Hand raging from the previous nights out, Ryan stepped of the bus line the was a block away from Tif's Diner.<em>Aw, finally. A nice cup of Jack Daniels coffee with a breakfast platter will surely relieve some of this hangover.</em>He thought to himself as squinted from the bright morning sun. Last night had been Fred's, his best friend of 15 years, last day in town. His was finally being deployed to Afghanistan so they partied it up like they use to do in their hay days of high school. Now, at the age of 26 year, they both went on separate paths. Ryan was going into Archaeology while Fred decided to go into the Marines.<br/><br/>Shaking off the sad though of potentially losing his best friend, Ryan entered the diner. Reading the sign that said seat yourself, looking around he found an empty half table that only sat two along the center isle. His hair was still a mess from the shower he had taken but his fresh body wash smell gave the intense smell of Irish Spring. His outfit consisted of a pair of wake-boarding shorts and a red fox shirt the wasn't too tight but let the definition of his muscle show a little. Waiting, he closed his eyes and relaxed, trying to ease the pain of this killer headache.<em>I'm never drinking that much Fireball and Hurricane again!</em>Mentally yelling at himself.