As I stepped into the dull lightened bar, the heavy scent of alcohol mingled with hushed conversations going on in every corner made it rowdy and I desperately needed a drink, and the anonymity of this place offered a temporary escape from reality. I took a seat on a worn-out stool, feeling a mix of loneliness and longing.“My usual please,” I said to James who worked as the bartender in the club.“Hey Bails, I haven’t seen you in a while. How are you?” He asks in his what I have always assumed to be an Irish accent. James was a charming guy with loads of tattoos on his body and face, it took me a while to get used to seeing him without being frightened. “You know I only come here when life becomes unbearable,” I say and He chuckles.“Those types of days, right?” Give me a minute, I'll have your drink ready in no time.” He says leaving me. As the loud music of the club clouded my ears, I couldn’t help but wonder why the club was so packed today. “Here you go, damsel,” James says,
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