Paul looks at the frosted glass mug of dark red beer and seeing the friendly smile of the Bartended her takes courage and sips his drink.
Soon the smooth pleasured flavor of his brew is making the beer go down till offered a refill.
Another beer glass filled and another after that has Paul feeling quite a man of the world.
As he finished his third glass he was feeling bloated in the belly. Asking for something to munch he was given a bucket half full of toasted grains of oats, wheat, and rye.
Crunching the grain he drank his forth beer the gut feeling even larger but his head now felt as if full of cotton. Paul's pants too seemed tight and his one shoe kept falling off becoming more and more difficult to put on again.
Sitting there feeling a good bit drunk and knowning it, paul tried to ask for a phone to call for a cab. Try as he might his lips seemed puffy and words came out all so wrong. The Bartended just laughed at Paul handing him yet another glass of red beer.