Lonnie was spending the night in town. It was raining out. Pouring, in fact. Goddamn cats and dogs out there.

He sat in a bar. Listening to the piano, ignoring the catcalls of drunk men who saw him as nothing but a pretty woman. A whiskey in his hand and his hat tilted over his eyes.

Lonnie wasn't expecting anyone to approach him. So he was caught off-guard when he heard the chair across from him slide across the floor, and someone take a seat.