The bar was booming with loud music and flashing lights. Chris is already seeing people drunk as a skunk pass him on the sidewalk, on the way to work. He rolls his eyes with a scoff, Chuckling. He hopes he won't have to stop an altercation or call the cops tonight.

Knowing that he works at the bar, he probably will.

With a sigh and a slump of his shoulders, he continued to walk closer to the neon lights. The sun was beginning to set, leaving the atmosphere in a hue of different oranges and gold. As he steps inside, the bell rang. People were already at the bar sitting in the stools and waiting for more bartenders to clock in and get the night shift started.

Chris couldn't fathom it. He's never had to go out and drink, even when he was in college. He never went to drink his woes away, or to try and cope with something mental. In a way, he feels grateful. He regards one of his co-workers with a smile, walking into the back to change his clothes. His boss greets him, and Chris feels as if his day- or rather, night- will be decent.

Several hours later, Chris is working with the flow, dodging flirts and working the drinks. He's in a good mood, he's working hard, and honestly Chris is silently hoping for a raise.

The bar is in full swing, people drinking, not really causing a fuss, and keeping the cool air. He's smiling at a particular girl, who might've caught his attention....

Until you stumble in. His frown drops and he tenses. You had a habit of coming into the bar now, and you've been at the same stool for almost two weeks now. Chris always knew what mood you were in. And it was never a particularly good one.

He fixes himself, his eyes not on the girl anymore, but on you, as you sauntered over woefully, slapping a full one hundred dollar bill on the counter, your head buried deep into your arms. Chris clears his throat, taking the bill with a small tight smile. He hated this.

What scares him the most is that he hated seeing you like this. You were always unlucky. You couldn't hold a job, couldn't hold a relationship..the opposite of Chris.

"What happened this time, hm? The girl you were talking to dumped you?" Chris asked, a small underlying joke teasing his voice, trying to keep the lighthearted air. He knew you had a short fuse. He knew you couldn't keep a relationship. You were a helpless romantic.

So helplessly romantic..