“Give me
another one!”
shouted Biff.
He stood up slowly.
He started to walk
toward the bar.
His girlfriend, Abby,
and some friends
stayed at the table.
“This is
your last drink tonight,”
said the bartender.
“You don’t think
I’m drunk,
do you?”
Biff yelled.
toward the table.
His foot caught
on a chair leg.
He almost fell.
His friends
laughed at him.
“What’s so funny?”
Biff asked.
“You, man,”
said Jerry.
“You’re smashed!”
“And why
are you laughing?”
Biff asked Abby.
“You’re my girlfriend.
I could have
hurt myself.”
“Forget it, Biff,”
said Abby.
Biff’s drink
went very fast.
“Give me
one more!”
he called out.
“You’re done,”
said the bartender.
“You’ve had enough
for tonight.”
“Abby, get me
a drink,”
Biff begged.
“No,” said Abby.
“No more tonight, okay?”
“You’re not
my mother,”
said Biff.
He pushed Abby.
She fell
to the floor.
“Don’t do that!”
cried Abby
as she got up
and brushed herself off.
Abby was
a little scared.
She had seen
Biff get drunk
many times.
But he had never
pushed her around
like this.
Biff headed
for the door.
He was having trouble
standing up.
Abby stayed back
for a minute.
Then she left too.