This was his 3rd beer of the night and rest assured it wouldn't be his last. The cold glass sat snugly in his fist as he took a swig of the bitter liquid. His eyes drifted around the bar desperately searching for something to occupy his mind other than the shitty music playing from the jukebox. Then he saw the woman perched almost royally on a bar stool. The men around her seemed to ignore her, occupied with the tramps that sat in their laps. But his eyes were glued to you.