Adrian.
The hotel bar had warm yellow lights on the inside. There was a hum coming from the ceiling, and you the expensive leather seats that squeaked just a little when you moved while sitting on them.
It even smelled the sam. The cologne, old bourbon, and people here filled with regret.
I walked in slowly, letting the door swing shut behind me.
"Adrian?" A voice called, half laughing.
I looked up with a sigh.
"Johnny!" I said, forcing a smile. "Still alive, huh?"
"Alive and kicking, man!" He said. "You?"
The bartender was wiping a glass with a rag, just like always. He looked older now. A few more grey hairs, deeper smile lines, but still had that same slicked back hair and smart smirk.
"Barely there." I shrugged.
"And what happened? You just went off the face of the earth.
