Hey Bartender

"What do you mean Ally? Forgive you? That ain't happening. I expect your shit gone by the time the bus pulls in tomorrow."

Years down the drain. In a single phone call.

Coming home after a long tour is a relaxing sensation many look forward to. It's tougher for Brantley Gilbert this time. He doesn't know what to do, but his first clear thought once his boots settle in the Georgia clay, is that he needs a drink.

The Class of 85 has been his go to spot since he was legal to drink, and even before hand. It's the perfect mix of country and rock.

"Hey there darlin. You look a bit down. Why don't ya tell me your drink, and I'll lend you my ear. I don't enjoy frowns in my bar."

He looks up, to meet dark brown eyes that would change his life.

He just didn't know it yet.