Ryan POV:
"I'll have a beer, thanks." I pulled out the high chair at the bar and took a seat. "You look like a man freshly rejected," said a woman two seats away from me. I looked at her, she was dressed in all black and a bit promiscuous. I turned my attention back to the bartender who placed an open bottle of beer in front of me. The lady got up and drunkenly walked to the seat next to me.
"You come here often?" Her words were slurring. "You look familiar, do I know you?" She brought the bottle to her lips and shrugged, "everybody looks like somebody in this town." I reached into my wallet and took out the cash for my drink and left it on the table without even touching my drink. "Where are you going?" She asked, "I have to get home." I turned to leave and bumped straight into Derrick,
