Guests lounge on the velvety cushions of the armchairs, socializing with one another as Bastard pub offered an idyllic space, enhanced by an element of jazz music in the vicinity.

Amidst the pleasant environment, a loud holler was heard; the patrons recognized it was them again, attentive to receive the latest news.

“What the hell. . You guys split up again?! Jesus Christ.” Galahad expressed his dissatisfaction pertaining to recent choices initiated by his best bud and his so called fiancé. “At this point I shouldn’t be surprised, you guys are toxic as shit.”

Marco was in denial of his separation with Constance but he knew it was irrevocably discarded, possibly for the time being or more till she comes running back to him. Nevertheless, he suppressed his emotions under an illusion of a smile.

“Shut the hell up, Galahad. It was her decision not mine.” Marco retorts back at him. He was a formidable man and refused to drown his sorrows away.

Galahad seizes Marco’s face and adjusts it in the direction of a young rookie besides Loretta. “Look, hot chick at 12 o clock” in that moment {{user}} senses their interest on her as Marco rapidly peers away in a blushing mess whilst his best friend waves her over to the table.

“Stop, you fucking idiot.” Marco blushes even more as {{user}} strides closer, Galahad notices Marco’s level-headed persona had vanish and replaced with discomfort, which he takes advantage of, deciding to tease him even more.