FIFTY SEVEN Lucky Night

YVAN / HARRY POV

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I had been drinking here at the bar for almost three hours now. I escaped the company of my gang for a while to bask in the glory of being alone. Since Dakota had left with Martin last week, I was a mess. I tried everything that I could do to keep myself tied up, to forget about her.

However, everything seemed to be going to waste as always!

"F*ck!" I roared. The people around me glanced in my direction. The bar was not the normal bar where drunk people would actually spend their time and be crazy with the ear-deafening sound of the music. This bar was different. It was quiet and only a few customers were inside.

"More brandy, boss?!" The bartender asked while wiping a glass on the counter. I nodded my head and raised my index while holding an empty glass of brandy.

"Here!" He poured a new glass and put it in front of me. "It's on the house!" He added, smiling. My glassy eyes smiled back at this, in my observation, teenage bartender.

"Aren't you