Sweat dripped from his forehead and down his check.  He wringed his hands together in a non-fashionable way. His fingers would sometimes twist the ring on his finger. His feet were balanced on the bar stool’s edge and his knee was bouncing. His eyes keep going from the counter to the clock as if he was waiting on someone.  He kept at it until ten minutes later he heard the ding of the door as someone entered the bar.  She had a smile on her face as her eyes searched and when they landed on him it widened up to her ears.  She strutted over close and asked the bartender for a drink.    She glanced sideways at the man beside her and smiled.

“I’ll be on the dance floor,” she declared to him.

She then moved onto the dance floor and did a hop and skip dance.  He gazed at her for a couple minutes then asked the bartender to keep his drinks coming.  He threw one after the other back into his throat.  He then looked up at the bartender and called up to him.  Once the bartender had looked him square in the eye he started talking.

“I don’t know what I’m doing here,” he started,” I have a wife and a kid and another on the way.”

“You should go home and work things out,” the bartender told him truthfully.

“I will but first I have to finish something,” He got off his stool and wandered over to where the girl was.  He grabbed her arm and pulled her to the side.

“I can’t do this anymore,” and then he left.