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The woman was fine as fuck

And she was out of her goddamned mind

“Here you go, man,” the bartender said as he placed Rocket’s double of Jack in front of hi a tab?”

“Nah, just the one, thanks” He dropped a twenty on the bar top, and waved the bartender ahen he lifted a brow in an unspoken, need change?

One drink was all he’d have ti God knew, after practically stalking her for months, Rocket had her routine down pat And it was a disturbing fucking ritual

For the first threethe assault, Chloe rarely left the house While concerning, her self-i what had been done to her Then, one night, out of the blue, she e like sex on a stick She drove to this very bar, had one drink, picked up a polished and entleman, and drove to a fairly nice ed an hour later almost to the second

And so began a habit she engaged in every Friday and Saturday night

Every week

For the past two months

The bars changed, the dresses changed, but the pattern never did

One drink

One guy

One room

One hour

And Rocket, being the stupid fuck he was, followed her every single time