<div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="https://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m7uiwsUxkw1qeitqh.gif">[ img ]</a><br/>"<span style="font-style: italic"><span style="font-family: Tahoma;">If you want a happy ending, it depends on where you stop the story</span></span>."</div><br/><br/><span style="font-family: Tahoma;">"<span style="font-weight: bold">Hey Clyde. Want your usual?</span>" A blonde headed waitress asked him as he said nothing but nodded his head then waved her off. She huffed then turned heel, going to the back of the kitchen and preparing his order. A brunette strolled in and sat down with him, smirking as she did. "<span style="font-weight: bold">Was this seat taken, Clyde?</span>" She asked him in a sultry tone while looking at him in the eyes. "<span style="color: #0000BF"><span style="font-weight: bold">I guess not. How are you Debra?</span></span>" He asked her as she smiled. "<span style="font-weight: bold">I've been better, Clyde. Still sleeping around with those sluts?</span>" Clyde scoffed and cursed under his breath as Debra raised a curious brow at him. "<span style="color: #0000BF"><span style="font-weight: bold">I don't have to answer to you.</span></span>" Clyde responded while watching as the blonde came back out with his order. Debra eyed the blonde waitress with a slight smirk then looked back at Clyde.<br/><br/>Clyde hurried up and ate then paid for the bill, getting up as Debra trailed behind him. "<span style="color: #0000BF"><span style="font-weight: bold">Please do not follow me.</span></span>" Debra rested her hand upon his shoulder before stepping right before him. "<span style="font-weight: bold">Oh, come on. We have those fantastic times together again. Don't you remember?</span>" Debra said in a sultry tone again, trailing her hand from his shoulder to the middle of his chest and down to his pants, gripping the belt buckle that made Clyde gasp a little. "<span style="color: #0000BF"><span style="font-weight: bold">Yeah, I remember...</span></span>" He pushed Debra out of the way then walked past her, stopping at the door and turning his attention back towards her. "<span style="color: #0000BF"><span style="font-weight: bold">And I am trying to forget.</span></span>" With those words spoken, he pushed through the door and into the parking lot, where he got into his green, convertible Mustang GT.<br/><br/>He cranked the engine up and let the top down then started cruising along the road, getting the attention from some females and even some males. Either way, he winked at them as his hair was blowing into the warm breeze of the Spring air. Without a simple, he took the a shortcut back to his place, which lead him down an isolated road. Clyde saw a man and a woman, seemingly arguing along the roadside. The male had his hands clutched tightly around the female but it was really none of his business. Clyde though did have to intervene when the male struck the female across the face.<br/><br/>His tires screech as he slammed on brakes and immediately got out of his car. "<span style="color: #0000BF"><span style="font-weight: bold">Hey!</span></span>" He called out towards the male then went to the woman's side, making sure she was okay. "<span style="font-weight: bold">This isn't your fight!</span>" The male called out towards Clyde, who stood up and put his hands in the air. "<span style="color: #0000BF"><span style="font-weight: bold">You're right, this isn't my fight.</span></span>" His eyes went down to the woman's eyes as he winked then walked back towards his car, going into the glove department and grabbing his black pistol, turning heel and walking back towards the male. "<span style="color: #0000BF"><span style="font-weight: bold">But I can make it my problem.</span></span>" With those words easily flowing over his lips, he raised the gun and pulled the trigger, watching the male fall quickly to the ground.<br/><br/>"<span style="color: #0000BF"><span style="font-weight: bold">I hope you did not love him.</span></span>" Clyde spoke towards the woman as he helped her up to her feet. "<span style="color: #0000BF"><span style="font-weight: bold">You're beautiful.</span></span>" He muttered softly towards her then cleared his throat. "<span style="color: #0000BF"><span style="font-weight: bold">Okay, well then. I think I've solved your problem.</span></span>" Clyde walked away from her to put his gun back into the glove department then turned back towards her with a raised brow. "<span style="color: #0000BF"><span style="font-weight: bold">Need a ride?</span></span>" He'd ask her while getting into his vehicle, cranking up the engine one more time.</span>