Chương 878: Traces of the Wind

The soap opera of last night was being replayed on television, but not many people were watching it. The television in bars was only left on to help create a bit of atmosphere. Business here was slow in the afternoons, especially now that the football season was over. Burns was leaning on the bar table, wiping a row of glasses set out on it while John, Bill, and the gang were gathered in the corner, drinking and just passing time.

　"Days without football are so boring…" Bill yawned as he stretched his back, tears forming in his eyes.

　"You're like a drug addict Bill. And you're still so skinny… Ha!" Someone sitting on the side teased him.

　"Even if I'm addicted, at least I'm addicted to football!" Bill glared at the person and continued to lie on the table, drawing on the beer mug with his nails. "The days after the football season is over are always the hardest," he groaned weakly.