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“Timmy, grab me some ice!” Scott yelled at the bartender as he entered the dirty establishment that he considered to be like a second home. Like every other day, a mistake had been made which ultimately lead to a few punches. This mistake was that Scott was caught sleeping with another man’s wife. The husband managed to get a few solid punches in, but it didn’t take long for Scott to do more damage than the man would have wanted. Which was why he found himself wandering into the bar with a busted lip and a cut above his eye. It was nothing out of the ordinary for the man, however, as he took a seat at the bar there was something different. There was a strange woman sitting a few stools away, one that Scott had never seen before. When the bag of ice and his usual glass of whiskey was placed in front of him, he nodded his thanks to the bartender. Although, his attention was quickly back onto the brunette. “Who the fuck are you?” Scott asked while spitting blood onto the ground. When it came to this side of town and this bar, he knew everybody. It was his business to know everybody, yet she was a surprise to him.