Tony wanted to punch the guy wearing the shirt from the local college when he insulted Dina the bartender but I said Dina could handle herself, and she told them next time its last call for you. The young guys are eyeing the girl playing pool who has unbuttoned her collared shirt to the navel to show off her ample bosom, but I tell them to calm down and I’m pretty sure she doesn’t like boys, with her short hair and tattoos, she’s Butch and I buy her a whiskey and whisper to her, I know you can handle yourself sister but maybe tell her friends to bring it down.  And she just nods a thanks, and I go back to sipping my Jack and Coke. Now the boy with the college shirt is posturing and punching the electronic punching machine and daring the men with his high power number, and I know this is going to go bad. They already tilted the pinball machine and one of them, whose pool game is just average, sank the eight on the break and bragged and waved the five dollars he won in Al’s face. Of course he doesn’t know Al just got out of another six month stint for assault. Not the I killed someone kind of assault, just your basic I one punch knocked you on your ass kind of assault. And maybe the worst part is it’s a Tuesday night, the kind of night where everyone is just drinking slowly and quietly after working second shift, so we can sleep till we get up again. Now the college boy and his three friends have said something to Tony who has had enough and looking at the two of them this could probably be a fair fight as Tony talks big but can’t fight for shit. I’d put my money more on the Butch girl who looks like she can use a pool stick like a Karate weapon. Maybe MMA trained. Dina has stepped in and tells the college kids, it’s long past your last call.  Time to go. I tell the Butch girl, my names Hank. I can tell you grew up in places like this but your friends got to leave. She nods, says Jagoffs, I know. Her tone says maybe Conneaut, the kind of girl whose old man took her bow hunting, and these boys are big houses and Shadyside. They won’t know shit till finally they wake up one night counting stars from their backs and not knowing how they got there. They walk out giving Tony the finger and Dina and I keep everyone from following them out. Then Al kicks the pinball machine and gets it to ring again. I put a dollar in the old time jukebox, and Dina is pouring Tony a double as Lucinda Williams pours her heart out.