The Golden Hour Double Shot

As the orange ball in the sky enjoyed the mature hour before starting to rest until another day. Brando the bartender needed three hands to clean the glassware inside his drinking place Hacksaw Ridge when an out of breath military officer Desmond Doss slammed himself onto a barstool.

“Are you all right,” Brando asked before pausing, “man.”

“Jaxson, Margot’s boy is out of the money,” Desmond took the uniform hat off.

“What happened?”

“He had a lot at stake and said it’s tiz now or never,” the private who was in the first class mentioned taking a swig of brown liquid swimming with the ice.

“What happen did he get the steak cooked,” Brando inquired when the door inside the saloon flung open.

“It’s Jaxson’s tour guide, she put on such a show,” the Veteran slurred.

Hearing the comment and being a beautiful pageant winner Hannah Malibu fluffed her blonde hair and smiled, “Private in the first class it took a second and he purchased my golden journey package.”

Taking a step back Brando listened to what the maiden was claiming, “Yes, I hear the golden journey is fashionably fast a true favorite and winner.”

“Be careful bartender,” Desmond sucked on the frozen rock, “she sounds kind, but she lies, next thing you know it you will be out of the money.”

Walking over to the wall and the pictures that lined the space, Hannah found the one which the magazine picked up calling it newsworthy, “Brando, remember this one? My first movie I do recall,” her voice travelled across the room.

“That is bloody disgusting,” Desmond looked up from his needs.

“Sure do,” Brando tighten his black bow tie that strangled the white shirt, “I bought this establishment and called it Hacksaw Ridge.”

“Opposed to Jaxson’s ax,” and Desmond felt the stare that was directed towards him.