It'd been years since he'd been here, not since he had attended the University and they won the state title. He'd gotten his name in the paper and a picture, not to mention a small piece on the local TV news. It was hard to believe that was..nearly three years ago? It was before he met Megan, before he had done what he had done.
He got in because the doorman was a buddy of his from college, used to play football and box from what he could remember. Otherwise, he figured he would have had trouble..though he was dressed nicely. Dark blue shirt and slate gray slacks with a nice leather belt, he had picked it up from his father's house because the silver on the buttons matched the buckle well. His thoughts once again turned to Megan, he should call her..he should go to her. But what he did was go to the bar and lean against it with one elbow, his oddly mixed green and blue eyes moving over the patrons gathered.
As he slipped the cell phone from the pocket of his pants, he flipped some of his dark brown hair away from his strong jaw with a quick jerk of his head. Going over the contacts until he found her number, he took a deep breath and put it back down. He should have done that years ago, what was a few more hours? Instead he raised his hand to the bartender.
"Jack and coke."
A surprisingly low rumble issued from the man, as he gave a polite smile to some obviously drunken woman and turned back towards the bar again. No, tomorrow..he would go to Megan and then he would speak with Moretti directly. He needed to know what was going on, no telling how it had grown or changed in the years since. For now, he needed a drink. Stanley May, back from the dead.