Tom laughed at the nickname and shook his head.<br/><br/>"Bud." he simply said, "Draught if you have it. And hell, I feel like celebrating too. The wife will probably kill me, but get me a steak as well. Medium rare."<br/><br/>Ash still found himself staring. She hadn't changed much. Still had that curly hair that flowed about her shoulders.<br/><br/>"Yes, your place is fine. Do you drive? I brought my truck." he said, trying to not sound too awkward, yet failing miserably.<br/><br/>"So I take it you aren't drinking tonight then?" Tom asked.<br/><br/>"Sorry, change of plans." Ash replied, watching his old high school crush walk back to the bar with their orders.<br/><br/>"Don't worry about it. These things happen." he said, "Go, be young. Have fun."<br/><br/>"Right..." Ash muttered, then a long awkward silence ensued, "So, you're married?"<br/><br/>-----------------------------------------------------------<br/><br/>Tom had changed his mind as well in regards to drinking that night. It may have had something to do with a rather intense phone call from his wife, yet he seemed to smooth things over with her and called it a night at about ten, after several rounds of pool. Ash had hung around the bar and continued playing by himself, until he couldn't stand the staring from a couple of rough looking men.<br/><br/>"Care for a game?" he asked. The men ignored him and turned around in a huff. They grabbed their leather vests and left, swinging their legs over Harleys. It took him a minute to realise the place was now dead spare for him and last call had been announced already. He wandered over to the bar again, taking the tray of billiard balls with him to return to the bar. He met Rebecca at the bar and greeted her with a smile.<br/><br/>"How about that coffee? Want me to walk you home or should we drive?"