Hank slammed the door behind him as he walked out of the house. His wife had just told him that she had slept with his friend. He couldn’t control his anger and he was going to hunt his friend down.
He had been married for twenty-years and figured things were coming to an end. They just didn’t make a connection anymore. He kind of knew that she was screwing around; he just never had caught her in the act.
Hank walked into the bar and grabbed Bill off his seat. Bill was bigger than Hank, but that didn’t bother Hank who was stronger than what he looked. Hank was going to beat the crap out of him for sleeping with his wife.
The men got outside and Hank pushed Bill down to the ground. “Why did you do it, Hank?”
“We were drunk,” Bill said. He was trying to get to his feet. “She put the moves on me.”
Hank’s fist went flying and caught Bill in the jaw. Bill went down to one knee, but got back up quick. “There I just put the moves on you.”
Hank went flying through the air and landed on top of Bill. Fist were flying in every direction. Some guys they both worked with broke them up.
Hank and Bill finally cooled off and sat down at the bar. Bill ordered a round for the both of them. They were both alright they just had some bumps and bruises.
“I always knew that she was a whore,” Hank said. He turned and looked at Bill.
Bill didn’t know what to do until Hank started to chuckle. They both knew that alcohol and women don’t mix well. They had been friends for far too long and besides, Hank wanted a divorce anyways. “Besides, she’s always wanted a threesome.”
They sat there and got drunk and then went home to Hank’s wife.