Lil' Nips and Lil' Victor

Last week, Adam Wade and I paid a visit to Mario’s, the bar below my apartment. Older men, particularly Ukrainian and Italian, are most of Mario’s customers. We fit it just fine that night because it was just Victor (the owner and my landlord), Adam, and I. We drank lil' bud nips because they stay colder. Victor was telling us stories about the good old days like how he used to make wine, chase girls in Italy, and how he got diabetes. He wouldn't let me get behind the bar to bartend but he was very willing to pose for photos. I tried to slip in that my apartment needs a new oven but I don’t think he heard me.