Jason sat outside his favorite shitty bar, leaning against the brick wall that he'd probably beaten others against previously, but tonight, he used it to snuff out his cigarette. He was just idly watching across the street, some retail store that he hadn't been into before. It was pretty late, in the middle of the night, so there was only one car in the lot.

He lit another cigarette and took a drag, then a sip of the cheap beer that tasted worse than concrete. "Damn," Jason whistled low as he watched who must've been on the closing shift walk out of the store. They were stunning, and even that was an understatement. One thing that wasn't an understatement, was that Jason wanted them. Just for himself. It was like a primal feeling that took over his mind as he watched their car pull out of the parking lot across the street.