*Leo*
Of all the things I expected to do after work on a Thursday night, hanging out in a gritty bar was not one of them.
And yet here I was.
The Downtown LA bar I’d chosen at random was practically empty, with only me and three other people. A passed-out man in a corner booth, head down on the table as he let out a loud snore every minute or so, and two middle-aged guys who looked like they had two mortgages and six kids each waiting for them back home were emptily staring up at the TV to watch the latest game of golf.
By their deadened eyes and the beer bottles piling up on their table, I felt they were just here so they wouldn’t have to go home.
I sighed, sipping at the old-fashioned I’d ordered though it’s not like I was here for the alcohol. I don’t normally drink but I felt like I could use it after everything the past couple of days.
“Rough night, buddy?” The bartender eyed me across the bar as he refilled my drink.
