Common Dogs

Agents 32 and 33 go out on a Thursday evening in late May, searching for a short story in east Charlotte (USA). With two strikes on them, they stumble upon a home run in a Plaza-Midwood bar. Approximately 1600 words. No violence, sex or drug usage. And no Mr. Malloy in this one. Apolitical and nonreligious. This tale is low on the strangeness scale, but high on the real-life accuracy scale.