Travis DeVaughn was a regular on bar stools all over the town. Living out in the suburbs as he did, it was difficult to find single women at times. At 31, he generally avoided the collegiate heavy bars in town, the local college fed at least three or four bar's existence, but he couldn't help but feel out of place at such places. Tonight, he was headed to a newly minted bar, Shorty's. That was what he remembered reading anyway...<br/>Pulling up a few blocks away, after having searched for a parking spot for about ten minutes with no luck, he put his work vehicle in park and withdrew his keys all in one swift motion. Getting a full handful of his white tee, he made sure he didn't stink, as he hadn't had time to go home and get changed from work, but as far as he could tell he was fine.<br/>He strolled up the block to the bar hopeful, perhaps tonight he'd actually find someone worth more than a one night stand....