(http://www.rosemed.com/dotAsset/99856.jpg)<br/><br/>A good beer is made better by ambiance found in a neighborhood bar.  Harrison's in particular had it in surplus.  The nights were always hopping, the locals using drink to wash away the accumulated dust of a day's labor, the occasionals like the old-timers who popped in for a meal and a beer or the students from the schools, and the odd straggler wandering in.  Tonight was no different, Warren sat at the bar drinking a lager soaking it all in.<br/><br/>He needed time to himself occasionally to unwind and relax.  His van was parked outside and stocked with the week's groceries.  There was still enough in the fridge for his girl to make something for dinner for herself.  Warren had told her that he would be out longer tonight so she should look after herself.  He took another quaff, he had no worries about her.  She had taken to the lessons well and would know what to do just in case he came home late.  Warren smiled, she was so pretty and bright.  He felt blessed to have found her.<br/><br/>Warren looked to his right, there was an empty bar stool.  Not an uncommon sight, but he wondered who would fill it.  Perhaps Rob and they would dish shop talk for a while.  Maybe Francine and talking about her kids.  Maybe someone new even.  The night was young and the possibilities were endless.