wade slowly

He pours himself into the high-backed barstool, eyes maintaining steady contact with the bartender. A nod is his acknowledgement, and a smile of assent to the the usual. the radio, more static than coherent sound, is giving a just bearable rendition of Lauryn Hill. Elbows resting on the bar, he palms and supports his head on left and right sides. 

it has been a long day