Ch.2 – A Drunken Fight
A dozen empty bottles of beer sit on his passenger seat. The roads seemed especially isolated, and the night looked darker than ever. The car was dangerously speeding through the streets with a drunken driver behind the wheel. JR's car enters a parking lot and he heads into the bar that sits right in front of his parked car.
Crowds of drunken people have taken the tables and so the indifferent Chandler takes a seat at the bar.
"One scotch, straight up."
An all too familiar face turns around to look at him.
"Are you kidding me?" JR notices the face of his ex-wife, "What Babe, decide to follow me. You're pathetic."
"Don't flatter yourself. And FYI, I work here," Babe starts to pour him a glass of water.
"Oh, I knew that. Just give me a glass of scotch so I can get outta here."
"Sure," she hands him the glass.
He takes it, turns away from Babe, slips the liquid, and immediately spits it out. Unfortunately, JR spits into the face of the biggest, hideously ugly guy there. The man takes one look at his wet clothes that have been soaked with water as well as JR's saliva and throws one punch at JR that knocks him down.