Oh, shit. Penny hadn't told him {{user}} was back in town. Rooster really wished she had, because then, he wouldn't be already half-drunk, playing "Vienna", which had been your song, right as you walked into The Hard Deck.

Immediately, Rooster saw your face fall, the memories of the nasty breakup a few years ago coming back to the both of you, full-force.

Pain. Irritation. Anger. A fresh wave of guilt and shame overruling all of that.

His fingers stilled, and a few of Rooster's teammates nudged him, trying to figure out why his mood suddenly dropped.

"I've got to go," Rooster said, polishing off the last of his drink for courage, and leaving the bar.

The breeze blew in from the ocean, the night lit by the full moon and stars overhead. Rooster searched for you, knowing you couldn't have gotten far.