The bar smelled like beer and regret. That is not a metaphor. It was literally what the bar smelled like.
I was sitting at the counter, nursing a beer I did not want, because sitting at a bar is what you do when you have nowhere else to be and no one else to be with. Jake was at the other end of the counter, laughing with someone I did not know. Ryan was leaning against the wall, scrolling through his phone. Danny was talking to the bartender about something involving engines. Cole was by the door,...
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