Love for the bottle

In a round table we are sitted
bartender in our midst
for drinks we request
in bid to quench our thirst

our glasses she refills
more beers we request
like water it flows
down our guts

so drunk we gets
an argument we start
friendship turning sour
in bid to win her soul

slowly, away she moves
for our company she part
so hot our debate becomes
into a fight it graduate

into action they enters
security personnel and owners
out of the club we're thrown
in shame our day ends