[b]12:15 PM
Brooklyn New York
November 3rd 2019[/b]

John sat on a bar stool, slightly hunched over as he stared off into the wooden table drowning in misery and attempting to ignore everything around him. For someone who wanted to be alone, being crammed in a packed bar that was eager to watch the upcoming boxing fight seemed like a dumb idea but John didn’t exactly think this through. On the tabletop before John lay several empty glasses of alcohol with none of them having any sort of effect on his muscular frame. He never understood alcohol, everyone around him was being affected by it. But he never could, no matter how much he tried. Of all the noises one line of dialogue made it's impression.

“[i]And with the conclusion of the co-main event we have New York’s own Marvin Hayes challenging for…”[/i]

“FUCK IVES!” Someone shouted as the television panned over to the defending champion warming up in the locker room before the fight. The expletive earned loud cheers throughout the crowded bar room. New York was always ready to support one of its own.

John however sat alone and quiet not bothering to look at the television, he could hear it precisely even through the countless conversations going on at once. There was time he would struggle attempting to focus as the noise consumed him but he was older now, his focus on what he wanted to listen to was absolute. As people struggled to move between the crowd, John caught several unintentional bumps. They never hurt but he didn’t like being touched. Finally sick of the noise, the smell and the crowd in general, John caught the barkeep’s attention and placed some cash down. He didn’t exactly count it and neither did the barkeep…John was without a doubt physically imposing and the barkeep wasn’t exactly going to try and tell the man before him he paid too little or maybe too much. Making his way towards the exit a random other bar patron tripped amongst the crowd, his pint of beer spilling over on to John’s jeans. 

“Oh shit my bad!” The guy shouted. He looked down at the mess and nervously looked up. John gave him a disinterred look in return.
“Watch yourself.” John coldly stated and started walking off.
“The fuck?” The man replied under his breath as several of his friends had squeezed themselves over. “Shit dude, you lucky he didn’t just bash your face in” One of them said, laughing at his friend’s reaction to being so rudely dismissed of.
“Yeah well fuck that guy. Fucking prick. It was an accident. Fucking dick head.” He mumbled off though his slurs didn’t go unheard. John paused and turned around and stared down the small group of guys behind him. They were at least in the middle of their college years. John for a moment understood in that moment, he easily could have a group of friends like that. But there was nothing ordinary about his upbringing and seeing them all packed together like they were challenging him made his blood start to boil.

“Oh what? You got something to say now? Bring it asshole!” One of them shouted as they all stood together, ready to bull rush the lone patron John tensed slightly. He could break him and all of his friends in an instant. It wouldn’t be a challenge at all but right now he wasn’t in the mood and if he felt any sort of satisfaction for shutting up a few assholes, then so be it. John stepped forward and he could see the subtle movements in their bodies as if they suddenly regretted their actions. They were nervous but pride kept them in their place. 

John was stepping closer, he could feel eyes gathering on him as people’s attention went from themselves or the television and on to towards the incoming altercation. Suddenly a strong grip was placed on his shoulder.

“That’s enough. If you gonna beat their asses, take it outside. Owner want no trouble in here. Main event starting soon enough.” John turned to see a large bouncer having approached and witnessed the whole thing. As big as the bouncer was, even he wasn’t going to do anything to stop him. John gave the group before him a strong glare before spitting on the ground as an act of defiance before making his way towards the exit. The bouncer tried to grab John again but his fingers couldn't grip anything. He was far too weak.

Upon leaving the bar John took a glance around and for a moment felt his heart sink. If it wasn’t the couple holding hands down the street, then it was the group of friends walking and laughing together. Or maybe it was the family that was singing to the radio in the cars on the street, or the other families chatting together in their homes or at the restaurant tables that he could see through the windows. In the immediate area, it seemed like everyone had someone… but him. Despite his towering size, John lowered his head and started walking with no destination planned. He just wanted to get away.