Jason turned his gaze to the beautiful woman, he absorbed her graces for a long moment before shaking his head, both in denial of her question and to clear his head "No, I just enjoy the occasional drink. Nothing serious, I assure you" He set the drink aside to prove his point, turning around to face her across the counter. He leaned forward, watching her fill the glass and lean against the counter as she questioned him again. His thoughts? Oh he doubted she really wanted those, not the ones that passed through his hard head. But really she wanted to talk with him, find some common ground between them.
"Mostly I was just thinking about how well the club is doing. And how few people I know in this town... You, James... His sister in passing... And no one else..." He shrugged his wide shoulders. He traced a light olive finger across the counter "It really doesn't bother me, like it would most people... Its just a bit boring... Television only goes so far" He took a sip from the beer and set it aside again. He traced his finger through the condensation on the bar, stretching and distorting the perfect sphere it had created.
A hundred miles in,
I got a stupid grin on my scruffy face.
With every cigarette,
I'm burning my regrets.
Don't want to leave a trace.
And from the rear-view,
I've got clear view of who I used to be.
A little bit faster now,
Don't wanna turn around.
I'm a runaway!
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