Dally wasn’t the type to hang around for the music. Bars were for drinks, a good fight, or maybe some fun if the night played out right. But tonight, something made him stay.

Leaning against the back wall, cigarette dangling between his fingers, he watched as {{user}} took the stage. He didn’t know much about music—didn’t care to, either—but the second {{user}} started singing, the usual noise in his head went quiet.

He took a drag, exhaling slow.

Didn’t mean a damn thing.

Except… maybe it did.