What was with that bartender, Nick was thinking while he tried to follow accurately a line of red bricks in the pavement. He should know Nick brings the good times, the good people, and some of the good stuff to the bar. So a few free drinks are just fair. No, much less than fair. He would show him that no one sends Nick off.<br/><br/>The bulky black man had left his car at the all night store and walked his way to the girls rented house. He needed to vent off some anger. "Hey Veronica baby" he said in the empty street, playing a scene in his mind "I'm not sorry. You had to play the saint, and I let you. Now you let me play my game." He laughed alone, approaching the main door.<br/><br/>With the hand on the bell, he stopped to think. Veronica was nice. Stephen was nothing - a geek, a wimp, that would hide in the corner if Nick would rise his voice. But Rose. Rose was scary. And her purpose..<br/><br/>He shook away his indecision, applying his favourite strategy for uncertain situations. That was, ignoring the problem. He pushed the bell and adjusted his pack, thinking of Veronica.