Pexy Sharacter was in a bar, sitting at a table. His eyes glazed over, and there was no one around him that could possibly care. He took out another cigarette from its box and lit it up, taking another drag before blowing the smoke through his nose. He looked up to see a woman approach him with an expression on her face that could have been amusement.
"You know they're not going to like this if you smoke indoors, don't you?" she said lightly. Pexy scoffed.
"I don't give a damn what anyone else thinks. My body doesn't care that I got shit for a brain; my mind does," he responded, staring down at the half smoked cigarette he had placed next to the ashtray on the table. "What do you want, Shrimp?"
"Why don't you come back to my place? It's quieter. We can talk," the woman offered, sliding into the seat across from him. She gestured to the empty chair. "And if you don't mind me saying so…you look miserable here." She reached forward, touching his cheek softly. It felt cool. Pexy pulled away sharply from her touch.
"Don't you get it?! I don't fucking care anymore! I don't care what anybody fucking thinks. And what the fuck are you doing here, anyway? Why don't you just stay home and play video games like your boyfriend or whatever? This isn't your fucking life," Pexy spat angrily, shoving her hand away from his face.
"Because I need to see my boy again. I told you, we haven't talked in awhile…and I miss seeing how happy he is. Besides, the only thing keeping me from leaving town is work and having to spend time with my family," said the woman, smiling weakly at him.
"Yeah, well, you'll never find that happiness by sitting here," he grumbled, turning his gaze to the wall. She sighed, running a hand through her hair.
"Fine then. You can have two days off, but don't come crying to me when you wake up tomorrow looking like shit and missing your husband," she said coolly, standing up. Pexy shrugged noncommittally, watching her turn and walk away.
He stared blankly out at the bar. There was nobody really coming in at the moment and nobody coming out. The whole room seemed to be quiet, except for a few customers chatting and playing pool. One or two were smoking cigarettes and laughing as the bartender cleaned glasses behind the bar. He took another puff, letting the smoke escape his lungs silently. The silence began to weigh on him.
Suddenly, a voice broke it.
"You're not drinking." Pexy looked up quickly, seeing a tall man standing over his table. He wasn't sure exactly when he'd gotten there, but he knew he couldn't have been there long. Pexy smirked.
"It looks like you got yourself quite the little lady here," he commented, motioning towards the woman in question. Her hair was pulled back into a bun, and she had on makeup, unlike him. The girl blushed slightly as the stranger continued talking. "Maybe if you came back here after hours like her..." The bartender cut him off, moving past him towards the kitchen. The man chuckled before sitting down across from Pexy. Pexy raised an eyebrow, giving him a smirk.
"So, what brings you here, handsome?" he asked. The taller man laughed slightly, crossing his arms over the back of the chair.
"You really think my wife would believe that?" he asked incredulously. Pexy smirked.