The young man made it into the pub and sat at a table in the corner. Some how he was still finding it hard to work out his personal demons, but he was getting there. The man had been working out, had been trying to get back into MMA slowly. The man had fought yesterday, so the slightly red eye wasn't something he was surprised about. It hurt a bit, but it would go down with another dose of the potion his friend had made for him to help with that stuff. Only two doses after the fight and he looked fine.

The man looked around at the quiet place, the sound of country music buzzing in the background. Did he really want something to drink or just sit out in public for a bit so he didn't get down in the dumps at home. The personal demons haunting him would be the death of him sooner or later. One day he would have to tell his father, that was something he would never look forward to... And until that day he had to prepare for never seeing his family again... After his father found out what he did to Arianna, he would be banished from ever coming back. He would be disowned... He just knew it, though inside he really didn't know what would happen.

But right now he needed to relax, to breathe and just enjoy the evening. Though right now he was alone, maybe it would change as the night got later. He didn't know for sure, he was use to women all the time, but that was in New York, where the underground fights were hot and the women fall at him as soon as he got out of the ring and then they would go to a near by club that was owned by the person supporting the underground fight. 

But that was in the past...