"Send me out another one Sam," said the drunk as he slapped his empty glass back down on the bar. "Hey, take it easy buddy... you break it, you buy it," snapped Sam. "Sorry Sam, sorry. Throw me out another, would you?" Sam nodded as he filled the glass back up. He sighed as he sat back down.
"What's wrong Scott?"
"It's my bitch of a wife."
Sam nodded, knowingly.
"She's seeing another man."
"Jesus buddy, I'm sorry. How do you know? You catch them?"
"And? What did you do to him?"
"Nothing, there's nothing I can do to him."
"Why? He a cop?"
"Nah, worse... he's Superman."
Sam burst out laughing, as tears began to roll down Scott's face.
"Hey guys," he called across the bar, "Get a load of this."
"...and I said, "Well, I don't give a fuck if you can tear my arms and legs off. She's my fucking wife and you better get the fuck out or I'll..."
"You'll do what?" he said, "take off your glasses? Bad move. I'll be able to hit you then, fucker"
So I said, "fucking yeah I'll take off my glasses. You'll be in for a big fucking surprise then. Freak."
He laughed and said, "Surprise? I've read the comics, I've seen the films, dick boy. I know all about you. Look, the fact is, your whore of a wife loves me. And your fucking retard of a son doesn't even want to know you after he met me, so I suggest you just get your stuff, and fuck off. There isn't enough room for you here anymore."
"So what did you say to him then?" asked John. Scott looked around at the faces surrounding him at the bar.
"What the fuck could I say. He was right. My own son wouldn't even talk to me. I just grabbed my jacket and found a motel."
"Ooooh," the voices rippled around the bar.
"Pussy, I'd have fucked that bitch up."
"Get the fuck out of here Bruno, I've seen you in a fight. You'd have fucked yourself up."
"Take it outside," snapped Sam. "Let the man get on with the story." He turned back to Scott, "So what you gonna do now?"
"What the fuck can I do? He's Superman, and I'm just a fucking X Man."
"Ex Man, more like," said Bruno.
"Ok Bruno, just get the fuck out. And don't come back for a few days. Dry up for yourself," said Sam quitely. "Go on, get." Bruno mumbled for a bit, then fucked off. All eyes turned back to Scott.
"I suppose there's one consolation... His film's going to be shit."
"Nah, I don't think it is," said Sam.
"Jesus Sam, would you give me something at least."