One Beer To Many

Sitting down at the round
Conversations flow
Babbling brook
Feet rooted in stone
The pavers shift slightly
The excitement exudes
Hops bloom on barren branches
Hints of smoke and cheap perfume
Fill my nostrils as midnight looms
What am I doing here?
How did I get here?
How the fuck am I getting home?

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