Snippet #2195171

Mike looked up as he finally got his first puff, street was just as empty as he thought it'd be. There wasn't a soul in sight, well it seem that tonight would also be a dull one. To spice things up, he decided to spend this evening just about the only way he knew how- killing brain cells with a good drink. So he walked off to the same club as the night before, after all if one is going to get thrown out of a bar he may as well use different bars each time. Well he didn't intend to get himself thrown out, it was just a cynical preparation. It took a while, but his feet eventually brought him to the bar...her bar. Without any real adieu, he walked right in. The music was loud like last time, different style maybe, music really wasn't his thing after all. He let his eyes gently scan the room and a familiar figure caused him to double take. He began to walk over, she shouldn't be here yet, the hospital would want her to stay the night...or at least take some tests before releasing her. His hand came to rest on the woman's shoulder before the lack of any indication of stitches or staples registered,'great, awkward conversation time.'He thought to himself, as soon as she turned around he'd have to explain that he mistook her for someone else.