It was a meloncholic friday evening, sound of chatter coming from the local saloon of pelican town. Considering it was a Friday evening, almost all the residents of the cute little town were chattering and socialising, talking about their weeks, having fun, etc etc...

As for Shane though... This was his usual, he hated it. He glanced around with a grumpy, tired look, sitting on the barstool closest to the wall.

He would occasionally look down into his mug of beer, a low look on his eyes as a strand of his black hair fell Infront of his face.