The Really Long Thing

me

The sky outside is a rusted blue. You find yourself at a bar. The <b>bar</b> is pretty much empty because the only people who day drink are troubled or moms trying to hang on to their thirties.
 To the right, your <b>friend</b> of twenty years. The two of you have shared many beers together. His is half empty and you can tell it's not his first. He's called you here and asked you to bring <b>$500</b> with you.
You turn to the bartender. "What'll you 'ave?" He asks in slurred speech.
I'll have a beer.
I'll have a glass of orange juice.
You can order orange juice at a bar?