John popped a percocet discreetly from under the table and drank from his 32 ounce can of Pabst. He looked again at the girl sitting across from him. Shadows masked her face in the dim red light of the bar. Her dark brown, slightly greasy bangs masked one eye; the other seemed listless and blurred. In the background their group of mutual friends chattered on over the loud, punishing music, but neither he nor her could hear nor wanted to hear a word they said. His gaze held firm on her as her gaze drifted about, sliding over him occasionally but making no connection. After a moment of this he stood, and walked outside.