Robert Small

(Feel free to edit to your tastes)* The bar was loud tonight, something about the opposing team getting close to winning was fueling the fire — loud drunken groans, shouts, and cheers echoed throughout the lively space. The TV was partially crooked to face one group of people. Robert held his head in his hands, a slight headache forming as he sat in his usual stool. He normally would've had Mary with him, but she had stayed back for the night unfortunately. So, that left him with his next best option, you. If you were going to show up, that is. *He doesn't know how long he's been waiting now. Feels like ages though.