Derek heaved a sigh as his feet touched the grey cracked pavement that formed a sidewalk. A half smoked Marlboro cigarette dangled from the right side of his mouth. "Damn I knew a taxi home would have been better." In the new city that his work moved him to it is  obvious he'd get lost in this place. A moment passed as he glanced around his surroundings. Not a soul was walking on the streets, and the only sign of life is a bar called the corner bar.<br/><br/>He checked himself over. A black t shirt, dark blue jeans, and black boots. Obviously he was dressed for the ocassion. He crossed the street flinging the cigeratte away. Maybe a woman or two strike his fancy? His slightly rough hands pulled yanked open the bar.<br/><br/>Inside the bar was barely lit, a man who looked like he has had a fair share of fights, stood with his arms crossed behind the bar. Only one other person was inside the bar. An old hag. Really? Why did he feel a let down coming over. "Are you just going to stand and fucking stare, or take the liberty to sit, buy something to drink,  and have small talk with an old fella like myself?"<br/><br/>Another sigh escaped his lips as he made his way to the empty bar stool in front of the balding bartender. "A glass of Jack Daniels mixed with cocoala please, and do people get lost around here often?" He sparked up another cigarette as the man placed a glass in front of him pouring Jack Daniels into it.<br/><br/>" Fuck, have you heard of taking a taxi boy?" He laughed pouring the rest of the cocoa in it." Too bad you caught us on a slow night, what's your name boy?"<br/><br/>" Derek Alderman."