Riley’s pov
I walked through the heavy door of a random bar, my heart pounding with a mix of excitement and dread. I’d never been to a place like this before, not out of choice, anyway. The only place I’d been outside of school and home was the strip club, and that was for work. This, though? This was my first time voluntarily stepping into a bar, with the single intent of getting drunk.
I’d expected loud music, crowds of people laughing and shouting over each other, but instead, it was dead silent. The place was practically empty, with only one man behind the bar, polishing a glass with a white towel. He glanced up as I walked in, eyeing me in a way that made my cheeks flush a little. I could tell he was wondering what a girl like me was doing in a place like this.
I took a deep breath
