He had to go. I couldn't live like this.Steph tittered like she'd been caught with her hand in the cookie jar. "Yes, I believe it was, but I got our d...rinks."I sipped my coffee and kept my eyes on him. I couldn't stop looking at his lips. "Yes, Steph should get the real credit."He took a long drink and drained half the bottle in one go. "Well, I've completely underestimated how hard playing a twelve hour shift was gonna be, even with breaks. My arms are killing me." How'd you get called in to do. He took my friend to the bedroom my friend noticed he was an old man he always felt uncomfortable around older people he didnt have a strong relationship with his grandfather and he slightly reminded him of his grandfather. ill be upfront with you im eighty years old i lost my partner i have known for over fifty years ive been on my own now for three years its been so hard on me young man he said with a tear in his eye, i see how happy you are with your newly wedded bride it could never be that. Satisfied with the amount of ammunition he’d made, Arthur turned and looked up to his companion, the hint of a smile on the boy’s face.Last and certainly least, the odd one out from the group stood defiantly on top of the snowy fortification staring daggers at Victor from across the garden. No doubt thinking of the ways she could wipe the smile from the elder brother’s face. Iris not related to others or the wealth that came with their family, wore a second-hand coat and lacked any gloves.“I. It was more of a club then a bar, the type that late at night would be filled with drunken idiots dancing and grinding on the dance floor. The place was only a third full but surprisingly there were more than a few good looking women. A group of women caught my eye and I kept stealing glances while I sipped my beer. Now I'm not a bad looking guy but no where near confident enough to go up to and start a conversation with a group of good looking women. There was a girl though who kept stealing.