She was seated alone with a glass in hand, hair disheveled and she looked intoxicated.

How long had she been here? Why was she alone and why was she drinking herself to stupor.

Could it be because of their altercation earlier? Or could it be because someone was actually blackmailing her?

Well, Aiden didn't want to stick around to find out which of it it was. He already had enough on his plate as it was.

He just wanted to have a drink and leave.

He walked to a different section of the bat, the background music and clinking glasses escorting his movement.

However, his eyes involuntarily flicked back to Melissa, but he quickly looked away.

He took a seat at the barstool as he spotted the bartender wiping down a glass with a faded rag.

"Whiskey," he ordered.

He nodded, dropping the glass and then went on to pour a single shot. The amber liquid filled the glass and. Aiden's gaze lingered on the it.

He dropped the glass on the table and turned around to leave.

Aiden halted him with

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