The obviously drunk guy was standing on the stage at the karaoke bar belting out a very out of key version of The Rolling Stones “Satisfaction.”
“That guy has definitely had too much alcohol,” I said to my buddy, Nick. “He’s totally butchering that song.”
“Chances are he couldn’t do much better were he stone-cold sober,” Nick said.
“Hey, that reminds me,” I said. “I oughta get up on stage and do my rendition of Johnny Mathis’ song, ‘Chances Are.’ Whaddya think?”
Nick looked at me, shook his head, and said, “Given how many beers you’ve already downed, I think that would not be such a good idea. We probably should get outta here before you get yourself into more mischief.”
I finished the remainder of my beer, slammed the empty glass mug down on the bar top, and said, “You’re a good friend, Nick. And you’ve got a good name, too.”
Nick got a confused look on his face. “A good name?”
“Yeah,” I said. “Before I do something I regret, you’re getting me out of here in the nick of time. Get it, Nick? You’re my nick of time.”
Nick rolled his eyes, grabbed my arm, and helped me get up and off the bar stool. “Whatever, dude,” he said as he led me out of the establishment.
Written for these daily prompts: The Daily Spur (satisfaction), Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (alcohol), Ragtag Daily Prompt (song), Word of the Day Challenge (chances), My Vivid Blog (mischief),