At first, Tony wasn't sure why he started going to the new bar around the corner. It wasn't like he ever ordered a real drink anyway. He told himself that it was a distraction, a way to prove something to himself. It helped that the bartender was a cute, twenty something twink. That coin though–
The ridges burned a hole in his pocket. He couldn't remember the last time he had actually looked at it, but he knew exactly what it looked like. It flashed in his mind whenever he breathed. The day he left it at the bar was a day he lost a thousand pounds from his shoulders. He was glad Peter hadn't been working that night.















