Joe and Jim

Well, I will say I did not expect this... See, it all started on a recent conference trip for my job. We were in St. Louis for the conference, and due to budget issues, I had the pleasure of sharing a room with my co-worker Jim (I will call him Jim, to protect his privacy).
We had the usual conference boredom - hour after hour of people telling us how to do things new in our job - which management would promptly reject. So after the sessions were done I decided to go walk downtown and find a nice place to eat and - importantly - have a good beer.
Jim came along with me as he too was in need of a stiff drink. He's a pleasant fellow, tall, lean and fit. Of course, with the size of our company I never interacted with him much. But he seemed like a nice guy - IF I had to share a room with someone, he'd be fine.

We spotted an Irish pub downtown, and Jim insisted we eat there. I was introduced to "bangers