Ryan walked to
Chances Are... with little knowledge of what to expect. He'd heard about a piano bar from some guy in one of his uni lectures and he'd had an interest in going since then. New rage against his own anti-sociability had him venturing outside the house that night, and lack of interest from Jocelin and Justine had him venturing alone.
It was well past dark by the time he saw the glowing lights that announced the bar's name. Narrowing his eyes, he reflected on hindsight that maybe setting out to the piano bar on a Saturday night hadn't been his most wondrous of ideas. It looked busy. People were smoking out the front, and that kind of destroyed his niche. Sniffing, and then inhaling heavily on the half cigarette he had left, Ryan advanced the rest of the way.
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