It was getting late and I was growing tired of drinking at this moment. I was left at the bar all alone. I had managed to lose track of Melody and Mr. Waterman. I guess they were off doing their normal functions.
I watched men and women walk around with their subs and masters as I was left at the bar looking like a lonely poodle.
I had to admit, I was growing angry at this point. I was constantly being left alone while everyone else walked around, interacting, drinking, smiling, and engaging in fruitful acts.
Someone needed to hear what I had circulating through my mind.
I walked toward the opening I had witnessed Mr. Waterman and his brother enter just moments before.
"Can we help you?" An extended arm stopped me from going any further. I looked over. What started as a drunken blurry
