It had been a long day in a longer week, and Elk and Bear had one elbow each firmly fastened to the imitation mahogany bar of the tavern a few blocks away from the office.
“You try to show a little initiative,” Bear said, “and what does it get you?”
He lifted the bottle and drank.
“Nothing,” he said. “Worse that nothing. You get called into the office and chewed out. You hear about how there’s a way to do things here, and how he’ll be damned if some punk is going to change them.”
Elk ordered two more beer.