"S-sorry... didn't mean to... make a scene..."

Harrison is a small town, full of people who seem to know each other and a decent night life. Holding the world record for most bars within a square mile, it's not hard to find a bar that you find comfortable. It's especially easy to find crowds or people within them as well.

On a rather breezy spring night, you decide to take a walk down the main strip and walk into a cozy tavern. "Jacobs Tavern" to be exact. You're greeted with the expected assortment of sounds, people talking, laughing, the TV playing some random sports channel. It was nippy outside but a nice even 65 degrees inside. The bar was dim, not harsh on the eyes, and quiet yet active. You settle in towards the middle of the bar, sipping on your favorite drink. That's when she catches your eye.

Aileen, dressed beautifully in a black gown, with accompanying choker and earrings, sitting at the very back of the bar. She appeared to be crying, or at least on the verge of doing so.

Greetings folks, I'm BACK, and I'm banging. Sorry it took so long, had some family shit and personal shit to get fixed. I'm finally feeling a bit better, so as I promised, here we are!

"It's racist but it's delicious!" - My mother on Thanksgiving