For nearly a week Ehren had holed himself up, refused to see anyone or go anywhere besides work. He’d resigned now to never having sex again, and maybe that was a good thing. Ehren always thought he was meant to be alone, and now he was forced to deal with the fact that he was unlovable in any kind of romantic way. After stewing in his own apartment for the better part of the week, he’d decided that maybe it wasn’t in his best interest to be alone.
Josie’s wasn’t usually populated in a Monday but tonight was especially dead. It seemed like a lot of people had heard about the guard and feared for their own safety. Not Ehren, Ehren didn’t care about anything at all.
He sat himself down at the bar, a few chairs down from a man occupying a seat with his boot.
Ordering a scotch neat he adjusted his gaze to peruse the familiar figure. He recognized him, a maintenance worker who sometimes found himself at the metal shop helping with machine maintenance. He was clearly drunk, but quiet. Quietly he wondered if that had to do with what had happened earlier or if something else was behind it. He didn’t know his name but they weren’t complete strangers either.
“Cheers.” He said to what seemed like the only other patron of the bar tonight.