Owen
Chapter 1
Owen stepped into The Striped Keg bar and looked around. The dim lighting was a stark contrast to the well-lit street he had just come in from.
Men and women chatted throughout the room, most standing at tables with a few lining the bar. He came here specifically to avoid too much conversation. Plus, as it was across town, no one recognized him.
They could if they looked hard enough, but few ever did, and that was what he wanted. A drink and some peace.
Walking around the old wooden bar, he took a seat at the far end and waited for the bartender to notice him. It had been a disastrous week, one he’d like to forget, and here where he blended in, it helped.
“What can I get ya?” the bartender asked.
He handed over his card. “Start a tab. I have a ride home, didn’t drive
