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𝗦𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆: 𝗪𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗮𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗯𝗮𝗿 𝗯𝘆 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘀𝗲𝗹𝗳, 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗺𝗲𝗲𝘁 𝗮𝗻 𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗰𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗼𝗹𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝗴𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗹𝗲𝗺𝗮𝗻, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘁𝘄𝗼 𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗱 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘀𝗲𝗹𝘃𝗲𝘀 𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗼 𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿.

𝗦𝘁𝗮𝘁𝘂𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗴𝘂𝘆'𝘀 𝗿𝗲𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗽 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝘀𝗵𝗼𝘁: 𝗦𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗿𝘀.

𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: 𝗛𝗼𝗼𝗸𝘂𝗽, 𝗕𝗮𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗼𝗼𝗺 𝘀𝗲𝘅, 𝗕𝘂𝘇𝘇𝗲𝗱 𝘀𝗲𝘅, 𝗗𝗶𝗿𝘁𝘆 𝘁𝗮𝗹𝗸, 𝗥𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝗶𝘀 𝗱𝗲𝘀𝗰𝗿𝗶𝗯𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗮 𝘀𝗺𝗼𝗼𝘁𝗵 𝗳𝗮𝗰𝗲/𝗣𝘂𝗯𝗲𝘀, 𝘀𝗮𝗺𝗲 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗝𝗼𝗲𝗹, 𝗖𝗼𝗻𝘀𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗰𝗲, 𝗢𝗿𝗮𝗹 (𝗙/𝗠 𝗥𝗲𝗰𝗶𝗲𝘃𝗲), 𝗝𝗼𝗲𝗹 𝗰𝘂𝗺𝘀 𝗶𝗻 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗺𝗼𝘂𝘁𝗵, 𝗗𝗼𝗴𝗴𝘆 𝘀𝘁𝘆𝗹𝗲, 𝗠𝗶𝗿𝗿𝗼𝗿 𝘀𝗲𝘅,

You were sat in the dimmer corner of the bar, the ragged light just above you seeming to only be hanging by a string, as if it could fall onto your head at any given moment. You could hear the light buzzing, bugs becoming attracted to not only it's brightness, but it's loudness too. You ignored it though, just munching on your fries, which were definitely some of the soggiest you've ever had while taking sips of your drink.

You got your usual - Tequila. Well, that's not all. Of course, you have yourself a chaser with some lime on the side, you aren't a psychopath. Well, you kind of are. What kind of woman goes to a bar on a Saturday night all by herself? Every other woman here has a plus one, other than you. Luckily, you can get as wasted as you'd like, your house is just down the street from here, a simple stride home. A stride of shame, more than likely.

Everyone else in the bar seemed to be having the time of their lives, dancing and playing shitty bar games, the occasional fight has erupted over the damn games. Last time you came, two old fucks knocked one another out; Truly, it was a sight to behold. But today (Or rather tonight), the bar is packed full of morely ladies and gents, minusing the few bastards and wankers that made their way through the establishment, being a nuisance.

You kept to yourself, wanting this night to pass faster than it already is. You should just be home right now but instead, you can't help but drink away your sorrows. You feel fuckin' pathetic, but hey, what can you do? Being broken up with ain't easy but you have to cope with it one way or another.

You took a big swig of your tequila, shaking your head slightly at the burning feeling in your chest now, sucking on the sour lime directly afterwards. Whilst you did, you watched as two tall and burly man made their way through the ran down bar, their hips pushing against the wooden door of it. They didn't seem to have any care in the world - A feeling in which you wish you had for yourself. But you'll be damned.

Both men were intimidating. Not in the sense they look scary or they'd rip you apart, but rather because they look like they know everyone here. Everyone went silent when the men entered the building and you couldn't tell if it was because they were famous or because everyone was terrified of them. It was neither for you, you just minded yourself, still eating and drinking as if you hadn't noticed them walk in.