Vander sighed heavily, a hoarse rumble aimed at the floor.

He had considered this terrible option a hundred times before.

Alone in his bar, the flames of a few remaining lanterns lit up the empty establishment and he was staring into the darkest corners. Out of reach.

He had been flipping a golden coin repeatedly. Suddenly, he stopped, frustration commanding his fingers to toss the coin within the small pile of its peers.

The bartender stared at the pieces of gold, anger thundering in his mind.

She could not refuse if he showed up and paid her.

He hated himself for even having this thought so frequently... And despised her for no particular reason except that she was the cause for his deviance.

How had things come to this?

Grunting, he slammed his palm down against the bar, into the coins. Catching them as they rolled and bounced, he slipped them into a leather pouch, which he threw aggressively under the bar, trading it for a bottle of deep amber liquor. He deftly popped the cork out of its neck with his thumb, taking a resigned swig from it.

She always appeared to people at their lowest.

"Cash in hand with a memory of you"

~ Glass Animals

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