Belmar spat the tooth out and watched it skid over a flattened can of 7-Up, making a ting before stopping, root system up, small molar, same as last time. Belmar flicked the tooth with his index finger. This time it rolled onto an over turned, what used to be white, paper plate that Jenkins had just placed his boot on leaving a nice big brown smear.
Jenkins had stepped in dog shit but Belmar wasn't going to tell him. Jenkins had a plush yellow carpet back at his office.
Jenkins and his mechanic just finished beating Belmar out behind the 7-11’s dumpster.
Belmar owed Jenkins 800 on the Vikings fiasco. Vikings lost on an offside call, leading to the Jets field goal. Unexpected.
Belmar had the money but didn't want to pay Jenkins. Jenkins was a dick. Belmar preferred losing the tooth. Last time Belmar had been to the dentist was 1993, anyway, last time he had a job. Teeth were overrated.
Belmar moaned, "Where am I?" peeking at his watch. He was looking forward to a nice cup of coffee, and already decided to douse it with a little whole milk, use two packs of sugar instead of one. Oh, and he’d go with the dark roast. Live a little.