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Unaware of the attention they received, the couple bickered on. He yelled at her, he called her names from "slut" to "uncaring bitch". She responded with a slap that used all her strength left. He slapped her back, double the sheer power of her action. His action didn't surprised her, it didn't even made her flinch but instead, she turned away from his burning glare, her teary green eyes met a pair of blue eyes that looked back at her with a hint of amusement within it.

Jonathan Good watched the scenario unfold before him like one of those soap operas that middle aged women watch with a box of tissue on their laps. However, the show that unfolded before him was not in any way dramatic, not at all, in fact, if it should be classified into a specific genre, he'd put it under comedy. He dug around his pocket in search for something while he looked at the blonde bitch who returned back to the lounge with her luggage. Good, it's about time she leave, he thought as he dragged out a cigarette and a lighter from the back pocket of his faded jeans.

"For 5 months, Sami, I tolerated you for 5 months, I really thought it was going to work, I loved you," tears streamed down her porcelain cheeks as she expressed her feelings further to the dark haired man whom little while ago had put his hand on her. A chuckle escaped Jon's lips after he blew out a puff of smoke, the cigarette tucked between his fingers securely. Silly girl, he thought to himself while he waited for Sami's response, he almost anticipated for it.

"Just go Mandy, it's over," grumbled Sami, the dark haired man looked away from her melancholy gaze, it was almost as if she was begging him not to leave her, even if she was the one who started the argument that sparked between them. She looked at him sadly, it was obvious she was disappointed by his reaction and her heart bled that she'd fully lost him.

"Sami-," she began but the dark haired man had shut her up with a raise of his hand to let her know that he had enough. Mandy closed her plump lips and reached to wipe her tear stained face with her shaky hands, furthering smearing her make-up. "Goodbye Sami," quietly, she told him, she gave him one last hopeful look in hopes that he would take back everything he said back but Sami looked away, his gaze met Jon's who looked on with a smug smile on his face, it almost angered Sami.

Without further ado, Sami heard her footsteps as she headed for the door. The room that was earlier filled with their screams as result of their verbal bickering suddenly fell quiet. The door gave a gentle creak as she made her way out and with a slam, she was gone. Sami's gaze flickered back to Jon's figure seated lazily on the couch and a wave of anger filled within the dark haired man as he looked at his supposedly friend who sat innocently like nothing just happened. "I'd call you stupid for thinking she's something but I don't want to make you sadder so go to your room and cry there like the baby that you are," chuckled Jon, his face momentarily concealed behind the cloud of smoke that covered his face.

"Asshole," muttered Sami under his breath, the last thing he needed was Jon's wittiness to annoy him and further ruin his evening.

The smile on Jon's face grew wider. "Let's go out for a drink, it looks like you need one," he offered but in all honesty, it was him who craved for one, he just needed an excuse to go to the bar even after he finished a six-pack all by himself earlier in the night.

"Fine," Sami curtly responded.

For a Saturday night, the streets were crowded and busy to accommodate the huge number of people out and about for the town's nightlife. As his way of making Sami feel better, Jon allowed him to choose the place they'll be spending their night wasted tonight, to his disappointment, Sami didn't even considered his choice wisely and merely entered the first place that served food and alcohol that left Jon following him. The place was already congested when both men entered but both couldn't care less because they were only there for one thing.

Jon ignored the numerous people in the place and the loud music that filled his ears. His attention was instantly drawn towards the crowded bar, he made his way there, thirsty like a dog deprived of water for months as he left Sami trailing behind. His arrival caught the attention of one of the bartenders who approached him, the sweet smile on her face told Jon she's interested to give him more than just a drink, he chuckled at the thought. "What can I get you, sugar?" she asked him through the amplified music that filled the dimly lit place accompanied by the conversations that buzzed in every corner of the room. Jon momentarily turned to look behind him, to check if Sami had caught up with him.

"A pint of beer," he replied when he turned to look back at her eager face, "actually, make that two, will you?" she nodded her head, like an obedient child and flashed another one of her smiles towards his direction.

"You didn't even wait for me," Sami began to complain when he stood close enough for Jon to be able to hear his angry voice. The blue eyed man merely rolled his eyes and turned his attention back to the bartender who came with the drinks.

An hour later and both men sat next to one another, a collection of empty glasses of beer in front of them. Although it's Sami who's supposed to drink his sorrows away tonight, it was Jon who took advantage of the night and finished five pints of beer within an hour while Sami trailed behind with two finished pints. Sami suspected that the only reason Jon invited him tonight was for the purpose of having somebody to drag his drunken ass out of the bar when he passes out.

"…it's good you let the bitch go, you made the right choice, my man," Jon informed the man next to him, his speech was already slurred as result of the excessive alcohol in his system. Jon shook his head when he noted that Sami had given up after his second pint. "Seriously, Sami, don't tell me you thought she's something special? Don't tell me you loved her too?" Jon continued and Sami frowned at the words Jon threw at him with little consideration.

"It's none of your business if I loved her or not, Jon," grumbled Sami. He knew Jon would always speak highly about love being non-existent since the moment they were close enough for Sami to let Jon know about his relationships but he's starting to get sick of those talks. Jon would talk so much about it that Sami, for a while, almost believed him.

Jon merely chuckled at Sami's reaction. For once, the amplified live music that's been killing his ears ceased, replaced by someone talking to the crowd through the microphone, apologising about a performer who was unable to come for tonight's show. Obviously already unable to think straight and nearing drunkenness, Jon reached for one of the buffalo wings off Sami's plate, he devoured the greasy meat in his hands hungrily. He was about to start talking to Sami again, about making the right choice when he let Mandy go, Mandy never deserved him anyway. What cut him off though was when his voice trailed off after the sound of the piano keys that replaced the deafening guitars and drums that earlier filled the place. Not again, he thought to himself miserably as he reached for his beer with his greasy hand. He was getting sick of the live music more than anything.

The piano played a tune, a riff that filled the entire bar and it was soon followed by a soft, soothing, gentle, melodic voice. The singer's voice sounded so smooth and unguarded with the lyrics that left her mouth. Her voice was feathery but strong at the same time, almost angelic. Almost instantly, it hypnotised the crowd, as if everyone was drugged from the exotic sound that escaped her lips. Jon looked up to the stage, curious and intrigued, he didn't expect to hear something so lovely after a whole hour of having his ears raped by pure noise from the other performers.

She stood in the stage like a siren, eyes closed in the midst of ecstasy while the audience were left enchanted. To look at her felt almost as entertaining as listening to her soulful voice and it wasn't just Jon who felt that way for she had captivated the entire bar. She swayed gently through the gentle beat of the music as each lyrical word left her lips soothingly, tantalising her audience. The spotlight was on her and she's grasping it with both hands.

"Who's that chick?" asked Sami, as intrigued as Jon when the last hum left her lips. The audience applauded, Sami did the same but Jon sat in his seat, blue eyes glued on the woman on stage as she coyly expressed her gratitude that everyone enjoyed her performance.

"I don't know but I'll find out," replied Jon as he flashed a cocky wink towards his friend. Sami merely shook his head, he somehow had a faint idea of where Jon's drunkenness will lead to tonight.

'Perform in front of a crowd'

A smile crept between Annie's lips as she glanced down at her list. She looked at the remaining unmarked list in the piece of torn paper and frowned. The easy tasks were now over and she's left with a hard one, an impossible one. She chewed her lower lip, a habit of hers when she's worried as Annie looked up at the sound of Amy's familiar voice. The older woman stood before her, hands on her hips but a smile on her face.

"You did great, Annie, I'm very proud of you," the older woman told her, it earned a smile on Annie's lips followed by a gasp when Amy took her by surprise when she was enveloped with a big, tight hug.

"Thank you, Amy, thanks…a…lot," she managed to get the words out through Amy's bone-crushing embrace. When the older woman finally let go of her, Amy got that look on her face that showed Annie her worry. "I better head home, Gramps must be waiting for me," almost instantly, Annie announced even before the older woman could say anything else. Amy, out of concern offered her a ride but Annie merely shook her head and assured the elder woman that she'll be fine.

It was the cold breeze that welcomed Annie at the moment she stepped out of the bar's backdoor. The strands of her dark hair that had come loose from the braid which held them all under control swayed from the air that whizzed by. Annie's train of thoughts was stopped by the revolting and unwelcomed scent of tobacco that accompanied the breeze as Annie searched for its source. Her hazel eyes widened when she caught a glimpse of the suspected smoker who was leaning against the back wall of the bar. It was only the street lights that allowed Annie to see and examine the stranger, most of his figure was hidden behind the shadows, as result, it deprived her curious eyes with needed answers concerning his identity.

"I was watching you out there perform," he began to speak, Annie came to realise that his words were addressed towards her. She felt a shiver ran down her spine as result of intimidation and fear, she felt uncomfortable under his gaze. "You're pretty darn good, what's your name, sunshine?" he commented and then asked with his raspy voice and Annie wasn't sure how to react with his use of a pet name.

"M-My name's Annie," she stammered when she replied. He stepped out of the shadows soon enough and fully revealed himself to her. Annie's hazel eyes almost instantly skimmed through his form, she studied him with cautiousness and a hint of interest. She licked her dry lips and Jon watched this action, a smirk soon appeared on his smug face.

"Just, Annie?" he asked , somehow he still managed to talk so properly despite how many drinks he had tonight, it almost surprised him how composed he was with her.

"O'Sullivan. Annie O'Sullivan," once more, her nervous response came. A basic name for such an exotic specimen, Jon took another step towards her, as reaction, Annie took a couple steps back. The drunkard looked towards the woman with his blue eyes, the intensity of his gaze made it seem as if he was ravishing her with his gaze, the attention made Annie more nervous.

"How about a kiss for a fan, doll face?" with a look of cockiness on his face, Jon called out to the woman as he pointed a finger at his cheek. Annie's hazel eyes widened. "Just a quick peck?" he insisted. When he saw that she won't budge, he approached her with his fast strides.

"I-I s-should head home," Annie began, she took several steps back but he took enough steps to shorten their distance apart. Somehow, she almost wished she agreed for that ride Amy offered her.

"You shouldn't have kept me waiting, Annie," he told her when he stopped in front of her, close enough for him to grab her hand to hold her captive. Annie crinkled her nose when she caught a whiff of the strong scent of alcohol that reeked from his form. With a dimpled grin her way, he leaned over for the kiss he requested earlier, it was out of self-defence and her fear of what he might do that got Annie to throw her fist right into his face. It landed hard on his jaw with a smack. Hazel eyes wide, she watched the stranger fall face first on the concrete ground, knocked out cold.

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