The first thing Damon felt before he opened his eyes was his head pounding in a painful rhythm. He reached for his phone on the table that was next to his bed. After knocking over about four or five empty beer cans he felt his phone and brought it to his face. Damon immediately regretted this decision as the light from the phone only magnified the pain in his head.

"No call, no text, no nothing. Lying bitch." he muttered to himself. Damon sat up and put his elbows on his knees and held his head in his hands trying to remember who exactly he was waiting on to contact him. It was piecing together slowly, little by little. Yesterday was Thanksgiving, he had spent the early part of it with his parents. It was a pretty sad celebration. The food was good and he loved his parents, but so much happened during his teenage years that it was hard to near impossible to do anything family related. Despite that being the case, he couldn't let his own parents celebrate Thanksgiving with just the pets. His siblings were who knows where, dead or alive, to him it didn't matter. Sure as hell those ungrateful pricks weren't going to be there. Only he showed up, of course. That was earlier in the day. He recalled going to this bar not far from his house afterwards. There he attempted to forget everything that plagued his mind, it never worked but in the moment in sufficed. While there, Damon noticed a new hostess and decided to try his luck. He knew he wouldn't get far, but he was confident in his appearance. Years of martial arts training and constantly working out would do that to you. Its just that a woman in a bar must get hit on more than a punching bag in a gym full of meat heads, he would be no different. Damon decided to take the opportunity anyway.

"Hey listen, I hit my head walking in here when I noticed you. Could I take down your number? For insurance purposes."

The waitress took out a pen and paper "Cute, but I'll take yours down.".

"You really going to do this to me?" Damon asked with a slight grin.

"Listen, you're lucky I'm even asking." she fired back with an attitude.

Even though he believed she was just doing this to shut him up, he gave in. She jotted his number down and walked to the next table. There, in evidence to Damon's predictions, she was hit on again. This guy was no competition. He was fat with a huge gut, bald, and had an unkempt beard. This guy was like a biker reject. Damon listened in to the conversation.

"May I have your order?" the waitress asked.

She had a cute, very light voice. Made him wonder why she worked in a place like this. "Yeah." the biker reject started "I'll have a cup of you. Because you look delicious." he said as he licked his lips. Damon laughed, not trying to conceal it. Everyone turned to him.

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"Oh you were being serious? I'm sorry, continue on....please.".

The reject gave him a look and looked away. Not long after the reject struck again. He called the waitress over and said something about her looking like a hot celebrity. Damon, just now feeling buzzed heard that and expressed his disapproval with an obnoxious "booo!" the reject, now losing patience called over to Damon "Shut yer damn mouth! Or I'll shut it for ya!". This caused everyone to focus on the two men.

"Sure thing, no problem. Understood." Damon said more playfully than anything. The final straw came when the big reject grabbed the waitress inappropriately and started not to take no for an answer. Everyone dismissed it as unfortunate but normal and that i would end eventually.

"Whoa whoa relax King Kong. Next thing you know I'm going to see the helicopters chasing you when you climb the Empire State Building with her in your meaty hands." Damon said. This was enough, the big man got out of his seat and walked over to Damon. Damon continued sitting down drinking his drink.

"You got a mouth on you." the big man said leaning over Damon.

"Pretty sure everyone has a mouth on them, its kinda a necessary thing." Damon said.

"Funny guy huh? Get up and be funny to my face, see how funny you are then!" the big man ordered.

Damon got up with a sigh. The big man towered over him by a foot.

"Let me guess, you're going to tell me something cute about how I have such nice eyes or something, right?" Damon said.

The big man responded with a huge right hook to Damon's face. Damon fell over. He got back up slowly then suddenly grabbed the empty bottle he was drinking from and smashed it over the big man's head. While the big man was stunned, Damon then gave a powerful punch to the man's stomach, knocking the wind out of him. Then he gave his own right hook and a kick to the back of the knee. The big man was on one knee now. Damon grabbed the big man's head and smashed it onto his knee. Blood gushed from the man's broken nose. Damon heard a click from behind the counter as the big man dropped to the floor.

"Get out!" said the bartender as he aimed a shotgun at Damon.

Damon threw his arms up jokingly "I surrender." he said sarcastically. He grabbed his half full bottle and dragged it across the table. He dropped a fifty dollar bill on the table.

"This should cover everything. Take fifteen as a tip for yourself hun." He said to the waitress. "Call me." he said as he left. Afterwards he bought another case of beer and went home. "That's what happened, no wonder she didn't call." he recanted. Not sure it was a hangover or the blow from last night that hurt. He checked the mirror and saw he had a bruise where the big man hit him. "You should see the other guy." he said to his fatigued reflection. AFter all that was done Damon began to get ready for a final goodbye.