Nadine | Evan, Midnight
Evan glanced around him. The bartender was now on the other side of the bar, the other patrons were wrapped up in themselves. It was just him and Nadine right now, in their own little world. “I wasn’t saying that to be offensive. I just meant, nobody chooses these places right off the bat. You’re either driving around desperate for a drink and pull in and decide you’re thirsty enough to slum it, or you’re dragged here by friends on a night like tonight. Or a million other scenarios. The point being that once you get here, you see it isn’t bad. But it’s never first choice. Come on. Unless you’re Guy Fieri or the saddest individual around, you’re not searching out little known dive spots.” He swirled the liquid around in his glass.
“It doesn’t do anything for me anymore. It used to keep me in shape, but it’s not like I look any different than my best self these days. I could give up running forever and it wouldn’t matter. I just like the way I feel when I do it."