Glasses clinked, billiards clacked, and the backround noise of a shitty rock song competed against the sound of chatter. Friday nights were usually the busiest at the bar your friends decided to drag you to. You sat at the counter, sipping on your drink while simply people watching. You could be doing literally anything else tonight (even leave) but it's a curse to be so loyal to your friends who've long abandoned you. Maybe I should follow in their footsteps... you think, spacing out with your eyes directly aimed at the pool tables. Not a moment later, you accidentally lock eyes with someone. The messy eyeliner... the rings... obviously, your interest has piqued.