This triangle involves Blair Cramer, John McBain, and Marty Saybrooke. I tossed Todd Manning into the mix as well to shake things up a bit! (At this point I don't know who will end up with who, so we will just have to see where it goes.)
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John arrived at Rodi's at dusk to have a few drinks. It had been a particularly long day at the station, and he truly needed to relax and have a good time. It had been so long since he had actually enjoyed himself and forgot his work for awhile. A couple of drinks and a game of pool were the only things on his mind that evening.
Surprisingly when he stepped into Rodi's, he found the place packed. He was glad business was good, but this night he had been hoping for something a bit more low-key. Lately he hadn't been part of the social scene, but that was due to the fact that his past relationships with the women in his life had gone sour. John knew he was probably to blame for a great deal of it, but refused to let the might-of-beens overtake his thinking.
Todd Manning had gone to Rodi's as well that particular evening. He had taken a seat at a table in the far corner of the bar, eating cheese fries and having a cold beer. He too wasn't pleased with the direction his life had taken, but he had to admit that life right now was a far-cry better than being locked up for years in his mother's creepy laboratory. Tonight he would just watch the action here at Rodi's, thankful he had escaped the dungeon where he had been caged for so very long.
A woman sat at the bar, her face angled away from the crowd. She was alone, and she wanted it that way. John noticed her right away as he stepped forward, taking a seat beside her. "What are you doing here?" he asked as she glanced over at him in surprise.
Without a doubt, John McBain was the last person she had hoped to meet up with that night.
"It's a free world," said Marty as she was seated upon a bar stool next to John. The expression on her face shown slight annoyance as he had been rather unfriendly when he greeted her. She guessed she couldn't blame him for not being all that eager to see her. Afterall, she had made his life sort of a living hell, not all that long ago.
"I'm surprised you're even here at all... in your condition," responded John, glancing down at her rounded stomach as Marty was clearly about six months pregnant.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Marty snapped defensively.
"Well, Marty, do you really think you should be drinking, considering you're pregnant?"
Marty glared at him, holding up her glass which was filled with a clear, bubbly liquid. "It's 7Up," she told him. "And it's none of your business anyway."
"Maybe it is. I'm the owner here, and we make it a point not to serve pregnant women."
"I'm not drinking, John," she hissed with anger. She had only come to Rodi's tonight to get out and have a little fun and to cast her cares away, but she realized all the sudden that coming here had been a mistake. It was a night at Rodi's that had gotten her in this condition in the first place.
"Who's the father of the baby, Marty?" John asked bluntly, looking at her with piercing blue eyes.
"Wouldn't you like to know," Marty responded, deeply offended now. She got up swiftly, and being not quite so graceful in her pregnant state, she nearly lost her balance. In her haste to get away from John, she had accidentally collided with someone.