Anger Not Those Wild Wyldewood Boys Chapter 7
Lindsey and I closed down Joe's, and between the two of us we put down enough fine home brew to float a small flotilla. Being ex-military, I certainly had plenty of drinking experience under far worse adverse conditions, but Lindsey matched me pint for pint. She maintained that she wasn't much of a beer drinker (preferred wine) but she found the local "Old Ordinary" quite tasty. Soon she was sampling Joe's other more exotic offerings, such as the "Old Peculiar" and "Rex's Stout". I...