Randy. Randy. Randy.
"What in the world!" Randy said aloud to himself. He was hearing voices...again. They were really starting to bug him again. "Another Scotch on the rocks." Randy told the bartender while putting a couple bucks down. It be his fourth drink but he didn't really care if he get those stupid voices out of his head. Drinking the voices out of his would work....even if it meant that had a massive hangover the next day. A night without the voices would be nice. Randy knew it wouldn't work though...but he had to try. He decide to slouch on this bar stool, that is until the door opened. He turned to find a beautiful blond walking towards him. As soon as her eyes caught Randy's, he knew exactly who it was....it was Beth Phoenix. As she got close Randy felt his heart beating faster and faster, so he took a sip of his scotch to try to stop it but it didn't work.
"Hey Orangey, what are you doing over here all by yourself?" Beth's voice asked making Randy come out with a smart ass remark.
"What's a woman like you doing here?" His voice sounding like he was the smartest person in the world.
Don't be a jerk Randy. Be nice. Don't be a jerk, be nice. Be nice.
Randy once again tried to shake away the voices. He told himself they aren't real but presented good ideas.....sometimes. That wasn't true though. A laugh from Beth reassured him that she didnt mind. There was one thing Randy couldn't stop doing though, looking at Beth's.........eyes. Those eyes were almost unbearable to look at them but almost unbearable not too..... Randy shot back the rest of the drink but it didn't help. Nothing could help Randy now.....