03-20-2014, 12:52 AM
Heather silently agreed, squeezing his hand. She was happy to feel his soft hands in hers again, even if she knew it was just all the emotions getting to him.
Natalie went inside and asked it they had seen a thin tall blond guy in his mid20s with a guitar. The bartender nodded.
"Yep." She said. "He came in here, had a beer, and was crying. One of our regulars brought him upstairs to comfort him."
Natalie instantly assumed that meant s'ex and she ran upstairs and opened a few doors before finally finding the room. "Kevin! What are you doing here! You're supposed to be in rehab, not with some wh*re... sitting on the bed with your clothes on. Well. I was 90% sure I was going to walk in on you but apparently I was wrong... hm. Still, you need to get back to rehab."