On a brisk autumn night deep down In Mississippi, Robert Allen, a basketball player for the University of Mississippi, discovered that his boyfriend, is a murderer who had carried out some of the most ghastly crimes ever committed in the United Sta...
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Since Molinar had plans to head out into the city to explore, I made plans to head out before he did so that we could avoid crossing paths; like a dumb ass, I forgot to ask him what was he doing tonight, such valuable information could've been vital to staying out his path tonight. After the exhibition games, I came directly to the room before Iverson did so that I could freshen up and have that out of the way before he came in and did the same. I pulled out a LeBron James, LA Lakers Jersey, a pair of black skinny jeans, and a pair of Nike LeBron Soldier 14's in Black and White. I grabbed my gold Cuban link necklace and put it on before heading out into the city.
I bar hopped for about an hour and a half before finally settling on BB King's Blues Club. I settled at the bar alone and continued to get drunk as I scrolled through my Instagram feed and enjoyed the performance of a locally known blues singer on the stage. Occasionally, I looked around to be aware of my surroundings; I covered my drink with my hand as I looked around in all directions. Suddenly, my gaze landed upon Molinar, who had a peculiar look on his face; I then noticed that he was staring at two guys who sat at the opposite end of the bar. As I took a sip of my drink, I then looked at him again, and that was when we noticed each other; the look of anger on his face instantly turned into a look of bewilderment. Suddenly, I was confused myself; I didn't know what to do at the moment. Should I just pretend that I didn't see him? Should I pretend that I wasn't lowkey stalking him? Should I walk over to him and comfort him and ask him if everything was alright? I played the scenarios in my head, and none of them yielded positive results. But... I decided... to go out on a limb and hope for the best, I closed my tab at the bar, paid for my drinks, and I walked over to him... to see what was going on.
