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Three young men drinking on the pavement in East Harlem, Manhattan, ca. 1955.
Photo: Erika Stone via seeoldnyc.com

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There’s just something about men smoking or drinking. Cause they could be the ugliest man in the world but something about them having a cigarette or joint between their lips or them holding up a beer bottle to their lips that just makes me go feral
At the Bar - Iain Faulkner
Scottish,b.1972-
Oil on canvas, 150 x 150 cm. (59.1 x 59.1 in.)
A cowboy enjoys a beer at the Miner's Club in Mountain City, Nevada.
Bella Vista Hotel (Under the Volcano) - Julian Cooper , 1981-83
British, b.1947
Oil on canvas, 137.2 x 182.3 cm

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Two men on horseback in silhouette wearing cowboy hats pass a bottle of whiskey
1760s tile installed in a coastal Massachusetts house.
A Nightcap
Braghaman exited the Cathedral of Stormwind, having visited to speak with Lord Shadowbreaker about the most recent recruits he had trained in Duskwood. The paladin made his way through the streets of the city, the sun having set and the evening sky darkening, when he heard a voice.
“Commander Larethian.”
Looking around, Bragh noticed Baron Shadhemir coming up from a side street, waving to him.
“Evening, baron. Doing well, I hope.”
“Been better, but I’ve been worse as well,” Shad answered with a grin as he shook the paladin’s hand. “And you.”
“Doing okay, thanks.”
“I was just getting ready to stop for a nightcap. Want to join me?”
Braghaman thought for a moment, looking up at the sky then back to the warrior and nodded.
“Excellent,” Shad said with a broad grin, slapping Bragh on the arm. “I needed to talk to you about the garrison on Draenor anyways.”