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As he finishes a glass of beer, tipsy carpenter apprentice Joel Wood fights the overwhelming urge to pocket the schooner for no reason whatsoever.
It’s not like he’s in dire need of glassware but it’s very easy to justify his nimble fingers when faced with an adorably branded schooner that seems to scream ‘put me in your backpack, no one will notice.’
Theorising that the bar most likely received free glasses from the brewing company anyway, Joel’s fingers practically burn with desire as he drunkenly plays a tennis match with his eyes, peering at the glass and back to the bartender, who was noticeably confused by the ferocity of Joel’s gaze.
Hearing the sound of a smashed glass followed by a drunken ‘TAXI!’, Joel doubles down on his decision by telling himself that it’s better than breaking glass, as at least it’ll be used. He also doubts the glass took more than a few dollars to make, and he spends a good portion of his wage drinking at the Seventh Giggling Cosmonaut anyway – and today’s beer wasn’t even filled to the brim.
Taking one last look around him, Joel slips the schooner and remnants of his drink into his bag, before staggering towards the exit and trying hard not to make any clinking noises.
More to come.
