Rayna P.O.V
Entering the second small town I have come across since I ran away from my best friend and so-called mate, I decide it is about that time to go and drown my sorrows in a bottle of whisky
I spot a bar not too far away and head in its direction. The fluorescent lights littering the outside irritate my tired eyes. Pushing open the flimsy, wooden door, I take the first seat I see, which happens to be at the bar conveniently.
“What can I get you, darling?” a deep voice asks.
Looking up, my eyes land on the ageing man in front of me as he dries a tall glass with a rag. His tired brown eyes watch me with curiosity as I look over his ageing features, his grey hair standing out amongst the dark, brown due to the light he is standing under.
“I will take a bottle of your strongest w
