The bartender finished pouring his drink. Then went back to cleaning glassses that were rested on the shelves. " Derek, You say, a nice name."  He arched an eyebrow at the man, grabbing a glass , and bringing it to his lips. Life was just well damned to all. No one walked in so it remained the old lady, bartender, and himself.<br/><br/>Not too long later the old lady stood up, making her way towards him. She leaned against the bar giving a sly smile like an old cougar. â€œHey there, handsome. Would you care for some company?â€ For a moment he sipped the drink more , making sure that his mind was completely gone before nodding an ok. His body shivered unconfortably as her fingers lightly touched his shoulder. " If you are up for it, I can give you the night of your life." The first thought that came to his mind was an old prostitute looking for some young fresh meat.<br/><br/>" Hey, hey I may look lonely but I'M am in no way looking for an old fuck , pardon my language miss. However, you are welcome to sit down and chat for a while. "  The glass was on near empty so the bartender made his way over refilling the glass. A chuckle of amusement escaped his lips.<br/><br/>" I'm sure that's the reason why you came here? I'm not as young as I use to be but I can still provide." Derek huffed a laugh while smiling waiting for her to sit down.<br/><br/>" Well to be honest I came just to get drunk, and see if this city has any good stories. I am of course a writer." Another cig made it's way to his lips. " This town."<br/><br/>" Well you caught us on a slow day." The bartender spoke carefully. Three people walked in gabbing about cops and shitty girlfriends. These weren't just guys but more like boys who just got of age.