You sat on the barstool, playing with your straw as you pushed down the ice cubes in your ice water. Tonight wasn’t what it was supposed to be. Your friends were off somewhere actually having fun, while you were left behind.

Mugman walked over to you from behind the bar, cleaning a glass,

“ Hey, your.. lookin’ lonely. “

He leaned on the counter, tilting his head as he looked at you, then to a drunken group at a booth.

“ Those your friends? Seem like a buncha’ shmucks to me. “

Mugman looked at them judgmentally, then back to you.

“ Here.. “

He pulled a food and drink menu from under the bar on his side.

“ I get off soon… Me n’ you can have some fun without those assholes. “

He smirked at you, acting like some sort of hero.. but you sort of needed that “ hero “ right now.