Before Incarceration

Intro: Alex

     The backs of my friends were all I could see as I found myself falling slowly behind their quick pace to reach the subway. Why couldn't I shake the feeling of wanting to turn around and go right back into that shitty bar? I knew the cause of this overpowering feeling of course... her. No, not my girlfriend who's confused expression as to why I'm standing along about 30 paces being her does not tear my attention from what is really calling me back to the bar. She had had long locks of blonde hair that fell past her slender shoulders and barely touched her lower torso. I then found myself daydreaming about her upper torso and how-
     "Alex!" My thought were interrupted by my shrill girlfriend's voice. "What are you doing?! We have to be ready to leave by 7 in the morning!" I couldn't be bothered by when we had to meet Kubra, he ring leader of our international drug cartel, in Germany tomorrow. Instead I had to figure out how to get back to that shithole bar without my friends, and girlfriend Silvy, questioning me.
     "I was just looking for my phone and I think I left it at the bar!" Before I could wait for any sign of a response, I turned and quickly made my way back to her - hoping that none of my friends notice my phone sticking out of my back pocket of my black skinny jeans.