-Logan Novak-
London, England
I entered the bar, ignoring the stares I received from the patrons in there. I'd been to this bar a few times before whenever I traveled to London for business. It was high class and numerous wealthy people went there. This is just what I needed. To drown myself in alcohol and pick up a girl to take back to the hotel that I would be staying at. I'd forget about Khloe in no time.
I walked up to the bartender and he instantly recognized me. "Mr. Novak, welcome to London," he said in professional mode. "What can I get you this evening?”
I take a seat on one of the stools and replied, "Scotch on the rocks, please.”
He nodded and went about preparing my drink. I looked around the bar, searching for women who weren't here with their significant other, and coul
