2.2.1 - Leave the Pieces

2.2.1 - Leave the Pieces

I rest against the high, leather back of the booth I’m in. Taking in the smooth jazz that’s being played towards the rear of the club, I think it’s these small moments that I live for. Where everything is perfect; with a nice, smooth bourbon to drink, time with my friends and great music. I feel more at home here than anywhere else sometimes. Even the cigarette smoke adds to the feel of the place as I pick up small bits of conversation mixed with the clink and clatter of glasses and beer bottles.

“Nor,” Ann’s voice sounds to my left, bringing me out of my head and causing me to turn and crack an eye in her direction. “You didn’t fall asleep on me did you?” She smirks at me and I laugh.
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2.2.1 - Leave the Pieces

2.2.1 - Leave the Pieces

I rest against the high, leather back of the booth I’m in. Taking in the smooth jazz that’s being played towards the rear of the club, I think it’s these small moments that I live for. Where everything is perfect; with a nice, smooth bourbon to drink, time with my friends and great music. I feel more at home here than anywhere else sometimes. Even the cigarette smoke adds to the feel of the place as I pick up small bits of conversation mixed with the clink and clatter of glasses and beer bottles.

“Nor,” Ann’s voice sounds to my left, bringing me out of my head and causing me to turn and crack an eye in her direction. “You didn’t fall asleep on me did you?” She smirks at me and I laugh.
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