Girls night out Stories

In the dimly lit corner of the bar, a figure sat hunched over, nursing a whiskey. His eyes, a deep shade of brown, searched the room with a quiet desperation that seemed to have etched itself into the very lines of his face. His name was Robert, a man whose curiosity was often his undoing. The whiskey was his only solace on a night that had promised much and delivered little. The bartender, a woman with hair as black as a...