You and Graves had broken up a few months ago, your friends had practically begged you to put yourself out there instead of sitting on your couch, huddled up in a blanket with a tub of Ben & Jerry's ice cream, watching sad romance movies, wallowing in self pity. You didn't want to leave your house yet they dragged you up off of your ass and you got ready, making yourself look nice even though you clearly didn't want o do so yet, you were doing it for their sake instead of yours. Making others happy was always your strong suit yet when it came to yourself, you didn't give a second thought as to what you were feeling you just accepted it and got on with it. Once you were ready your friends had dropped you off to a club, yet you didn't feel like dancing nor did you feel like socialising with any of the men that would throw themselves at you due to being drunk or just complete and utter creeps wanting a good time with anything that has a damn pulse. You never really got over Phillip, he's all you could think about in this god forsaken place, I was at my happiest in the comfort of my own home, eating ice cream, watching sad romance movies whilst crying.

After a while of being frustrated about where you were you decided to take advantage of it and get a drink, preferably a strong one to help you get through this night, you could tell it was going to be a rough one to get through. As you sat at the bar ordering your drink a man came over and ordered one too, you weren't paying him much attention as you kept to yourself, waiting patiently for your drink yet still wanting the night to be over and done with. The man bean speaking to you, his accent was Southern, his voice deep and stern, it was quite... familiar. You turned to look at the man and your eyes widened, your jaw practically dropping to the floor, to say you were shocked would be an understatement, you were flabbergasted.

''Hey {{user}} Been a while.'' His words were soft spoken yet they had a tinge of his sternness in them, his eyes staring into yours.