"hah," I chuckled, his observation amused me. "I should be drinking more, but alas the law wouldnt like me murdering people now would they?" I tipped my shot at him with a smile knowing it was true, I wished I could drink more. His question stirred the whiskey inside of me the wrong way, the reminder of what we did for fun didnt bring a good memory in mind. I got up off the stool and walked behind the bar to wash the glass, turning on the sink I began to speak.<br/><br/>"Come to the bar, mostly just to unwind and count down until our loved ones come home. Sometimes there's a gathering, but recently its been for funerals and not birthdays.." My breath became unsettled as my sentence came to a close. The glass was clean as I set it upside down under the bar, with a smile I turned to Hunter and shook the keys in my hand. "Time to go, maybe things will start looking up now that most of the people are back." I was referring to the factory of course, knowing full well most of them had to have come home in desperate need of a drink.<br/><br/>I watched as Hunter followed me out and locked up the bar. All of the lights and doors were locked as I  padlocked the front door. "I guess Ill see you later, you'll get the hang of our crowd soon enough. Until then, just relax and find a good place to settle down." I pulled down my helmet and sat ontop of my bike, its large frame hugged me as I straddled it and placed my feet in the starting position.