>I've been in this bar for...2...no, 3 hours by now
>It's relaxing, nobody is around this late, especially during a week day
>Is it a little unhealthy? Sure, but I want to take my mind off things
>Much better having a nice drink than some brats screaming in my ear all day during class
>After all, a lady has got to live, right?
>My moment of respite is interrupted by someone sitting beside me.
>There are plenty of open stools in the bar...
>I turn to the figure, expecting to see an old face, but I'm met with someone I've never seen in my life.
>A grey spinosaurus, with a quite prominent dorsal spine
>Horrendous posture, wearing some drab black sweater and pants
>Chunky prescription glasses, and shoddy brown hair
>I stare at them for a moment, trying to rationalize who this could be.
>'H-hi, sorry for sitting next to you, but I'm a huge fan of your work, Fang.'
>Fang? He knows my nickname, it's been in disuse for quite awhile now, only Anon and the rest of the gang use it...
>"Uh...thank you, but...do I know you from somewhere?"
>'No! Well... probably not, I watched one of your shows, at Moe's.'
>Damn, it's been such a long time since then... what does he want with me now?
>I give him a shoddy smile, trying my best to be friendly
>"Oh, well, did you like it?"
>'I ADORED it!'
>His sudden shift to loud enthusiasm startles me a little
>"Well...thank you."
>'No problem...c-could I buy a drink for you? Maybe even...'
>Is he...
>"No, thank you."
>Then... silence
>He never takes his eyes off of me, I can't even see his pupils behind those glasses of his.
>The unmistakable sensation of worry starts to set over me, best leave while I can
>I grab my purse, and give the money for my tab to the bartender.
>As I leave, I can't help but glance back
>He's still staring...
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