Marcus
Goddamn it! That thought bounced back and forth through his mind like a never ending rally of tennis, pushed away by his will but always returning. In all honesty, this is what he always feared, this domino effect. First it was fights now its his skills in bed...
"Grah!" he yelled, kicking a wall, the pink aura around him fading just as he hit the brick. He yelled once again, this time looking up to see whatever dared block his kick. As his eyes met the worn down neon lights, he realized his kick lost to a goddamned bar. He took a deep breath, shrugged and walked inside.
The bar was pretty baron, especially for this hour. You would think people would just be getting off work, ready to meet up with their friends at a time like this. There was one man sitting alone with nothing but some alcohol to keep him company.
Once again shrugging at the scene before him, he casually strode towards the man at the bar, sitting down right next to him. "Yo," he said with a soft grin, giving the man a half assed wave.