"All I'm saying is that that wouldn't have ever happened if it was me"
Jason Tanner sat at the bar now for an hour, like he normally did after work when he wasn't feeling like getting straight home to his wife and kid. His son really never accepted his father's new looks, which strained their relationship. His wife just seemed to be getting comfortable with the new him, but everyone once in a while even Jason Tanner himself thought something was wrong. He loved his wife and son very much, but it just felt weird sometimes, like he was just sort of placed with them.
The psychologist suggested it was just depression or him still reacting to the drama he went through during the time he disappeared. Though if asked about those years, he wouldn't be able to tell you much. Jason caught a reflection of himself in the mirror, wishing he could have his face back. Not that this face wasn't a good one, but he missed looking like himself. Jason knew he couldn't shift back though, it would be too painful and it wouldn't last that long. The thought of this leed to the thought of the witch who caused all his problems. He took a deep breath and then tossed back another shot.
The bartender spoke back 'Right, because Jay is the perfect citizen" Jason glared back at the bartender, clearly having been here before many times. "Yea, don't call me Jay'
His eyes went back to the small tv screen as the bartender moved to help some other people. His eyes moved to see a girl on the other side of the bar who seemed to be not getting any luck. It was then that he looked around the bar and realized how crowded it had become. "Hey Martin"
He raised up his hand motioning with two fingers to come back toward him. "Whatever the lady on the end wants is on me, for having to wait so long to get service "
He added in the last bit in a teasing manner as he watched Martin head around the other bartenders and approach the redhead.
Jason felt a hand on his back and a voice in his ear. Getting up from the bar, he left his hat on the bar top and followed the gentlemen to the corner. He wasn't trying to save the seat, but more of a message to say he hadn't left the bar. It was also a reminder to him to get his debit card back from behind the bar before he left. He was being sucked into a conversation that he really didn't want to be in with some old friends.