It began like any other, civilised, night out.
A few beers, a glass or four of Pinot and several shots later, things took a turn.
Gregory started it. He’d just started randomly singing to himself.
That’s when Jimmy picked up the lute and began belting out this awesome riff.
Did you know Jimbob played the lute?
John started strumming a beautiful rosewood classical guitar and Pete and I tapped out percussion on anything with a surface.
It was truly epic, man. It was probably the best song in the world.
But no, we’re not allowed back to the Polo Lounge.
Submitted for Friday Fictioneers photo prompt. See if you can write a piece of flash fiction in 100 words.