KENNEDY
After Rage and I had our dinner, we went on our separate ways. But I don't feel like going home yet. I decided to go for a walk while Rage had already headed home. As I was walking along the street, I noticed a bar and decided to have some drink to ease the heavy feeling in my chest.
As I entered the bar, I felt a sense of unease. It's been a while since I went to a bar alone. The smell of alcohol and cigarette smoke filled the air, and the sound of loud music made it difficult to hear my own thoughts. I made my way to the counter and ordered a glass of whiskey. I took a sip, feeling the warmth of the drink as it flowed down my throat.
As I sat there, lost in my own thoughts, a man approached me. He introduced himself as Jack, the bartender. He struck up a conversation, asking m
