@garrettmiller
After a few beers, he checked his watch and knew that Otter would be ending her shift soon and he wanted to be home before her. He liked to be home when she returned from a long shift since she deserved nothing more than a massage, a glass of wine and a home-cooked meal. As he finished his last beer he slapped the bartop a few times before pointing at Payton, “Alright so you’ve got all the details?” He asked and got the exact response he needed. Ben nodded his head, “Alright, buddy I’ll see you tomorrow.” He called out before opening the door into the street. The summer heat hitting his face, it was warm but cooler than it had been during the day since the sun had set. He sighed before his eyes caught the one and only Garrett Miller. Ben chose to follow him, he wanted to get closer, he found his opportunity and at a street corner. “Hey Garrett,” He announced before throwing his first strong and hard punch. His fist colliding with the man's face, it fucking hurt, though it was worth it. “You have some fucking nerve you know that? You’re going to back after all these years and what’s your plan huh? Be the reason your son turns to the bottle? You want him to be as pathetic as you?”
