Bartalk Bravado? I Think?

"I lick cunt so good, the bitches think there's a wash cycle going on there!"
and this is how Ken started his small talk.

'yeah? you know the soap can cause infections right? Nasty stuff. A womans wrath. They can get scary...'
"Come on Harold. You know what i meant."
'yeah yeah. I hear it everytime you get one beer in you. Learn how to hold yourself sometime will ya?'
"Shit, I can drink twice as much as you!"
'But your passed out before eleven if not in a fight.' I smiled.
'Think about all the cunnilingus you could have given.'

He raised his brow. I gave him his time to get the joke...
"Fuck-You Harold. Fuck-You"

I gave a laugh and he looked forward at the mirror behind the bar.
I took the drink in front of me and refilled it with the pitcher we had split.
He spit, lit up a cigarette and ordered two shots of whiskey.

I raised my hand
'mine with a glass of water please'
"Sure enough Harold." The bartender walked off to do his magic.
The drinks arrived and we sat in silence watching a muted baseball game.

"Shit." said Ken.
"You're right."
'about?'
"All the pussy I could have eaten."
I shook my head
'alright Ken.'

We reached for our shots and slammed them down.
With NY up 3 runs.