Eric had been in this town for far too long for his taste. But the work was steady and the weather was right during the winter months. He'd never been fond of the small town life. While work was steady, there was not much fun to be had, other than the occasional bored housewife, or the occasional bar fight. Though he actively sought out the former, not the ladder. It had been a day like all the rest of the past few months. He went to work, went to the extended stay motel, got cleaned up and went to the bar. Dull life at its finest.<br/><br/>The pipes on his bike cackled as he down shifted and pulled into the bikes only parking outside the hodunk little bar. Dressed in his usual finery of a pair of blue jeans riding boots and a wife beater. His muscular arms covered from wrist to well past his shoulders in ink were on full display and unashamed in the company of those at the bar. Imposing tall Eric towered over most of the other patrons. While the town was used to seeing people come and go with the seasons. They didn't seem used to men of his ilk. So many he met did their best to avoid him, save for the random bored housewife looking for excitement in her otherwise dull life. He didn't mind the solitude. He'd been on his own for most of his life. It was easier that way.<br/><br/>Heavy booted feet clomped against the old wood floor while he walked from the bar toward one of the only open chairs in the bar. He held a beer and a shot of fireball in each hand. With a small smirk on his face that twisted his dark goatee and accentuated his grin. No, Eric had never been called a pretty man, or handsome. But he was far from an ugly hulk. There was a confidence about him that caused some to be attracted to him. He'd been told that his mountainous stature coupled with his wavy black hair and gritty attitude created a sexyness that few men, least in this town, had. No, he did not have the chiseled physique of a male model, but neither was he pudgy. His stomach was flat and tapered at the sides to create that signature v shaped torso as abs met with a powerful chest that was the result of a lifetime of strenuous labor. Then while he sat across from the pretty redhead he smirked, and the long chain that attached his wallet to his jeans klinked off the wooden chair. He didn't say a word to her, instead he looked down at her ring finger and took a sip from his beer.