Edward had been running the bar for a few years now. It was a simple life, serving beers and shit with Izzy in a cramped bar that smelled like sweat and alcohol. But he liked it. He got to ride his motorcycle to work and drink a shit ton of free beers, and nonstop party all night.

Tonight was one of those nights, where he could get piss shit drunk to drown his misery and grind on buncha strangers. Edward sauntered over to the bar with a shit-eating grin. "Hey, Iz. Got any more?"

I should really stop, but who cares? Edward thought to himself.