OVER TWENTY YEARS AGO.....
It had been all of about a week and a half; there he was, still...sitting at the bar of the inn that he was staying at, drinking away his sorrows. What sorrows in particular? Even he wasn’t exactly sure.
“Thought you were only staying for a night.” The bartender said; he then smirked a little after the fact. “From a night to a week.” He murmured as he proceeded to wipe down the bar counter.
He was the same bartender that spoke to him a week prior, concerning a one-night stay. Since then, they’d become near a first-name basis with daily conversations.
“Yea, well, new developments have surfaced.” Warren countered, his gaze not reaching. He avoided the last bit of what the man said, on account of the fact that he didn’t want to open that can of
