Getting Into the Swing of Things

“Hey, bub, it’s time to get out,” he said to me with a somber expression on his pale, aged face.

“No,” I said grinning. “It’s fine.” I wanted to stay on that floor forever, entirely wasted, and not giving a damn. “I mean, who’s here?”

“Exactly.” Then he pointed to the door and said, “Bryan, you do this on an almost weekly basis. Get up and leave, man.”