"What you looking at?"
Those were the words that had all started it.
"Pardon my rudeness for appearing to be staring at you. I am the last person to judge anyone here." Ezra said, giving the pissed off blond a salute with his shot glass of beer.
The man only gave a low growl as he went back to his drink. On his left hand, the man was fingering his wedding band. From his clothes, Ezra couldn't tell what his occupation was. The all black outfit could mean anything.
"Was it the work place that drove you to drink?" Ezra couldn't help his curiosity.
The man pulled something from out his wallet and tossed it on the bar in a way of an answer. Ezra looked it over with a raised eyebrow. A sobriety coin.
"Haven't drank in three years."
"It would be a shame to break that tonight, wouldn't it?"
"Ain't drinking." The man moved the drink in his hand, "Usually just sit here every night with a shot glass, questioning myself if today's the day I give in."
Ezra looked down at his own drink, "I don't claim to know your circumstances but, I think whoever you are being sober for must think it's worth it not to give up."
The man looked at Ezra and then back at his drink. He pushed it to the dark-skinned bartender.
"You can toss it, Nathan. Seems I'll be sober another sunrise." He nodded to Ezra before walking out.
The bartender took the drink and poured out the contents, "Thanks for that."
"Sometimes we all just need a reminder." Ezra smiled.
"Chris has been down here every day, staring at his drink. Almost caved a couple of times."
"Glad I could help." Ezra nodded and finished up his drink before heading out himself. He caught a glimpse of another bartender, a female watching him while cleaning the bar. He gave her a smile before pushing the door open and walking into the night.
A/N: These are split up and are short, but they build anticipation I guess... I'm sure not that many people are going to guess where I'm going with this story. MWAHAHAAHAHA (can't spell evil laugh)