Simpsons Bart Vs Australia Novels & Stories

“I’ve not had a drink like this in years, you know. Where I’m from, there’s not much of this to go around.” “May I ask where you’re originally from?” Sierra even fluttered her eyelashes. “Oh – down under.” He grinned. “I don’t have the accent right now, though.” “I always thought Australians were big drinkers,” she said, leaning towards him. “Not that kind of down under, love,” he chuckled. With a loud slurp, he finished his drink. He shoved the empty glass across the bar, so hard that it tumbled off on the other side and smashed by the foot of a young boy, of no more than eighteen or nineteen, who was struggling to pull a pint of Guinness to the liking of his rowdy male customer.

"I'll be fun." As the others nodded in agreement Scarlett glanced around the bar. A couple of blokes in suits had arrived for after-work drinks, but aside from those, only the regulars remained. One was a guy they called 'Chris-the-Piss' who sat way too close to the television screen, talking back to the football commentator. The other, Aussie Daz, sat with his new American girlfriend at the table by the window, drinking red wine and arguing loudly about who should win the X-Factor.

Ethan had never seen anything like it. Didn’t matter what it was, Bart seemed to do it better than the rest of them. Bart kept telling Ethan that he’d been slacking off since he got to Terres Somnia, which was likely true. Ethan was sure combat training would be a bitch to get back into when he went home in a few weeks. “Shit, Barry, you must have gained 20 pounds since the last time I saw you three months ago, all pure muscle too. Look at you, you’re a fucking beast!”