#Chapter83
Sylvester walked into a building and saw a black haired man sitting at the bar, he shook his head and walked up to him, pulling out a chair, he sat beside him, /"I knew I would find you here,/" he said and then he told the bartender to pour him a shot.
Shane drank his shot in a go and heaved a deep breath, /"What are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be saving lives or something?/"
/"Since when was it said that doctors can’t have good times as well?/"
/"Well, if a doctor is not in his hospital, shouldn’t he be at home with his wife and kids?/"
/"Oh, I know of another man who should be at home with his wife and kids but rather he is here, drinking./"
Shane took another shot, /"you are wrong, I have a daughter not kids./"
