“Mullock, that review was mullock! That’s what it was!” Jason said, slamming his beer down on the bar.
His coworkers gave murmurs of agreement.
“Yeah man, that was bullshit. You work way harder than everyone else. You get in before the director and leave last.”
“Thanks for the vote of support,” Jason said, pointing his beer at Steve before taking another swig.
“Sandra!” Jason called to the bartender, “Another beer please.”
“The same?” she asked.
He upended his beer and drained the dregs. By the time he was done, the next cold beer was open in front of him.