You seem to spend all your leisure time at that bar. Why is that? Why can't you just remain at home and be with me? What makes it so special? "What do you think?" she inquired of him.
The husband's grin was an attempt to convey his point of view. A night out at the bar with his friends was on the table, and he didn't think twice about inviting her. She could now keep tabs on her husband's whereabouts while he was out, which made the lady very happy.
The lady was startled by the raucous music and thick cigarette smoke as they stepped inside the tavern. She stayed despite the fact that the constant, cacophonous laughing was hurting her ears.
As they made their way to the bar, her husband remarked, "What's on your menu, sweetheart?"
"Oh, I'm undecided..." "I suppose I'll have the same as you," the wife said.
Two shots of a bitter, powerful liquor were requested by the spouse, who nodded. Without flinching, he gulped down his drink as soon as it came.
The woman observed him intently before picking up her glass, clearly determined to match his pace. Taking a little, careful drink, she raised it to her mouth. She spat out the drink with an exclamation of distaste as soon as it hit her tongue, her face contorting in contempt. Utterly awful! She scowled at her spouse while coughing and spitting. "I am perplexed by how you manage to consume this substance!" she screamed, removing her mouthpiece.
And that's the end of it... Oh, and you really believe I'm always out having fun? He shot back.
