Drinking with family

[Keith]

The bike was dropped in a hurry
scraping down the rough brick wall,
fringe matted to his forehead,
smoothed by a grubby mud hand.
His puffing cheeks reflected red
in the chrome of Billy's front door.

He rocked from foot to toe,
already slipping off his shoes.
Can I use your loo?
as he shot past his uncle
in hot socked feet,
streaks on the kitchen floor.
Aye up sweaty Betty.

I suppose you'll be wanting a drink?
Yes please, got any coke ?
coke! you'll have corporation pop
when you’re in this house,
If you want bloody coke go your mams.
Waters fine thanks.
Don't forget to wash your hands;
and flush;
and put the lid down.

Oh that's better,

thanks Billy, where's aunt Eileen.
Never you mind, now supp up
and bugger off you mucky pup.

The pure pint glass was guzzled in one
complete with sound effects
of glugs and ahhhs,
slammed down bar tender style,
and finished with a contorted belch.
You get that from your mam,
now sling your hook,
and watch my car with that bloody bike.

As the boy peddled away
Billy wiped the kitchen surface
and put the glass in the dishwasher,

cheeky bugger he smiled.