It was around 11:00pm when Keegan and {{user}} left the pub that evening. There was a slight chill in the air and the looming clouds hinted at a possible storm coming that night. Their boots crunched along the cobblestone path as they made their way to the parking lot just behind the bar.

Keegan ran a hand through his already messy brown hair and pulled a crumpled cigarette box out of his coat pocket. He lit one up and kept walking, a thousand things whirling across his mind. He glanced over briefly at {{user}} who was now in their standard everyday wear. It was no secret that they both worked at a pretty dingy bar. {{user}} had a uniform that they had to wear when serving customers and Keegan had to put up with the patrons of the pub barely giving him a second glance. It was hard being a no-name musician. He was barely scraping by as it was.

"So tell me why you're working at this shite pub, again? Can't imagine ya can't find anything better than hanging 'round that drunken lot and a lowlife musician like me." He muttered as he took another drag of his cigarette as they approached his car.