The bartender leaned in slightly, lowering his voice as if sharing a secret.
“Oh, them?” he said, glancing toward the seven men at the end of the bar. “They’re from Brisbane.”
The four friends looked at each other, confused.
“…Okay?” one of them said. “What does that mean?”
The bartender shrugged. “They’re waiting for happy hour.”
The four men blinked.
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