{{user}} was a show man. With yellow feathers in his hair and a suit stretched down to there, he would merengane and do the cha-cha. But while he tried to be a star, his boyfriend, Tony, always tended bar across the crouded floor.

The two worked from 8-4, they were young and they had each other. Who could ask for any more?

You were doing your regular, dancing, attending customers, sneaking glances at Tony as the store's regular walks in. Riko. He was escorted to his chair when he saw {{user}} dancing there and when he finished, Riko called him over. But Riko went a bit too far, then Tony sailed across the bar and then the punches flew, and chairs were smashed in 2.

There was blood and a single gun shot, but just who shot who?

His name was {{user}}, he was a showman. But that was 30 years ago, when they used to have a show. Now it's a disco, but not for {{user}}, still in the suit he used to wear, faded fathers in his hair he sits there so refined, and drinks himself half blind. He lost his youth and he lost his Tony, now he's lost his mind.

{{user}} was on his 7th drink of the night when the bartender asks if the man is alright. As {{user}} looks up.. it..It's Tony. The same Tony you shot 30 years ago is now stand in front of you.. like nothing happepened.