Psych.

Who.

An answer. That's all I wanted. But apparently answers are too difficult to give. And so it's better to ignore what you began because you can't find the way to say "I don't care." Honestly, the frustrating thing is just that. Es una falta de respeto. (It is a lack of respect.) No me haces pendeja. (You don't fool me.) I just assumed you were better than that. Don't worry, I hold no malice. I'll still smile when I see you. But you'll only be the past.
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I had found myself in yet another hidden town. My burned out spirit drove me to the nearest bar. The bar was clearly the big attraction around these parts, it seemed as if the entire town was crowded into this bar.
Doing my best to avoid the staggering folk, I sat myself on a bar stool and ordered a whiskey on the rocks. The woman behind the counter nodded and didn't think twice before serving me my drink. I guess my complexion said it all. I gave her a smile and proceeded to take a swig of the liquor. I had never had whiskey before, but I had heard that it was good for clouding your thoughts. It didn't taste half bad either. I had a thing for the taste of alcohol. Come to think of it, that didn't sound too great for my future. Oh well.
A rather young man slid into the stool next to mine and piped up, "I'll have a beer and whatever the miss is having." He had a distinct accent that reminded me of someone I used to know. The bartender handed him the drinks and he slid the whiskey towards me, "Whiskey? Huh."
I turned to him, "Not what you were expecting?" I raised a brow.
"Not at all, rough day?" He asked, raising his brow as well.
"You have no idea." I chuckled a bit and lifted my newly acquired glass.
"The name's..." There was a crash as a fight broke out across the bar. What? I attempted to read his lips. Joe? He smiled holding out his hand for me to shake. I took it, accepting my fate.