An itchy butt can be a terrible thing, worse yet when your sitting at the bar with your butt out in public view. So it was for poor Paul as he felt like his butt was bursting out with a case of the hives. A hand down the back of his pants felt flat but raised welts puffing up as if his skin were becoming thicker.
"Have another shot there Bud?" asked the Barkeep with a slight grin.
Paul not wishing to look like some silly wuuse could do nothing more than offer his shot glass for yet a refill. This time he went to sipping the vodka slowly and letting it warm his gullet with an even heat, swallow after swallow.
Now the itch was becoming a roaring pain in the ass as he needed one hand to hold his drink while the other worked at scratching his itchy butt. His senses were becoming duller as with the strong vodka while seemingly the hand which was kept busy scratching now felt the growth of a thick mat of hair.
As Paul finished his second glass of the Great Northern Vodka the Barkeep lifted the bottle and with a nod of the head offered yet a third round.
Paul shook his head no, then pointed toward the old wooden keg set on the counter behind the Barkeep's left shoulder. The thought of a beer chaser might help settle the itch and make his head stop being in a whirl.