[ WP ] Exercising Your Subtext Skills

The night was cold and the air stiff. The only source of light on the street was a dimly lit lamp above the front door of a small bar in the middle of the block, it's paint coat was chipping due to the winter cold. It looked beaten and unwanted even though generic upbeat music could be heard inside. 
 
 My trench coat swung violently as the wind hit it dead on as if it was aiming for it, A pathetic attempt at covering myself and a deep sigh of frustration later I found myself inside the small bar, the loud music came from a jukebox in the back left corner of the New Yorkian brick-based architecture. It brought a comforting contrast of the old versus the new. Every patron inside was focused in their respective conversations, all but one. 
 
 The old man slumped over the bar counter, the bartender barely acknowledging him as he swung glasses past him and flicked drinks in what was an almost blatant display of Spacial unawareness. the slumper wore beige dress pants held up by a brown leather belt with a blue dress shirt coupled with a light brown tie. He was absolutely motionless, I could n't even spot the subtle hand trembling that signifies a hint of life. I've just realized I've been absent-mindedly standing at the door with both hands hidden inside my pockets, the bartender finally notices me and signals me to sit down. I take the only available sit, next to the old man. 
 
 His drink, a half glass of whiskey on the rocks, laid there with water condensing on the surface of the glass leaving behind a ring of wet napkin embedded in the oak-wood counter. The glass looked untouched, his lips were dry and yet his hands merely hovered over the edge of the napkins, his index finger seemed to trace the paper square as if it was the last thing it meant to do. The rocks had already melted into pebbles floating at the edge of the cup asking for a way out. The water had already layered in the alcohol. 
 
 It's been 15 minutes and the pebbles were now a lake sitting on top of the whiskey, undisturbed and peaceful. i took the hat on the table and after a quick inspection with teary eyes I placed it on his head, making sure it would n't fall. I pulled out the pen I use to sign legal documents at work, a black fountain pen with gold embroidery, and wrote a note to the bartender on my napkin, left enough money for both of our tabs and walked out. 
 
 The note read: 
 
 *Make sure his family knows... 
 - Anthony Rose* 

