Her

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He aimlessly strolled into the bar, the immediate smell of alcohol hitting him. The usual bartender, slid a drink across the counter to him. He surprisingly didn't see her today, which he didn't mind. It made time for him to catch up with his random flings for a bit of fun. His eyes scanned the room. A group of girls occupied the corner, laughing. He considered going up, but one the light passed over them, he decided not to. Beside him, was a lone husband, his wedding ring dirty and obviously not taken care of. His tie was crooked, his eyes starting to glaze over. He has saw these types all over. The alcoholic husband who couldn't deal with the newborn at home crying. So he found refuge in the local bars while his zombie-like wife dealt with the home life. He knew too much of these people, coming from a similar family. Except, his father was more of a mean, aggressive drunk as he Soon learnt. Over the other side was the bikers, who in which he was familiar with. He walks over, taking a bottle of whiskey as well. The leader, greets him freely.

"You and that girl, what's happening?" One member asks, taking a swig of the whiskey greedily.

"Who her? Nothing, she's just another fling" He scoffs. That was a blatant lie, but the bikers didn't seem to care, roaring loudly with whoops and pats. The leader leans in slightly, his long graying beard following.

"I've watched a couple men try to lure her in. They ended up with broken fingers and a bruised pride. So how did ya do it, sonny?" He asks.

"Alcohol, cigarettes and smooth talk" He chuckles, taking a chug of the alcohol. More lies.