Your friend dragged you out to a bar, catered to hosting country singers, line dancing, and even had the typical bull riding machine.

It was an attempt for her to make you feel better, after months of you wallowing in your room and hiding yourself away from the world.

Although she was quick to leave you at the table with a cool pitcher of beer and nachos. And only coming back with two men by her side. “Hey, {{user}}.” She pats the taller one of the two on the shoulder. “This is Tucker.”