Anthony was a tough guy among his friends, brown hair, hazel eyes, 6'2", typical, they always thought he had experienced everything, well, what he had told them that he'd experienced. The truth of the matter was that he was a man that had experienced the very basics of things. He'd get drunk and tell them that he'd given his last girlfriend Kelly "anal treatment", the next morning just knowing he had told another lie, but who cared? Anthony was an average guy, it was simply his lifestyle, a hypocritical lifestyle, he worked for a political Party, he focused on being successful, not a ladies man.
In truth, Anthony was lucky to meet Kelly, but after they split he attempted, briefly, to move on; it didn't work... he split with her, but he contemplated night and day the possibility that they would rekindle their romance.
"Pint tonight? It's the World Cup Final." Mike said.
Mike was a close friend that Anthony had known since childhood and Anthony wasn't one to pass up going out to pass the time, get over Kelly...
"Sure, you call the time and the place, I couldn't care less."
"Okay, The White Stallion at 20:00, we'll just have a few, the Germans will have it over in forty-five minutes anyway."
Anthony, ever the most presentable person headed there in his fourth most expensive suit, sticking out from the crowd in a pub of modern day left-wing middle-class white British. Just an average quiet Sunday night on Merseyside.
Mike wasn't much of a drinker, he didn't have many prospects either, but his dad owned a company that had managed to take off and Mike once he came of age had a job within the company just to tide himself over.
At the White Stallion though, Anthony's old school friend Alan worked. Alan was the perfect friend, loyal, responsible, intelligent. Anthony only recently had a disagreement on political views with him, but it wasn't a major distraction.
Anthony had had his eyes on one of the barmaids for a while, she was cute, brown hair in a pony tail, she danced to every song that came on behind the bar; even while she was pouring a drink. Ant wanted this girl, he thought of her, not as a replacement, but as a wildcat.
The night wore on, Anthony spoke to the barmaid for hours, the conversation seemed to spring back to his political job each and every time; a boring topic, Ant knew it, he wanted to establish something based on music or anything, history, anything but his work...
"Listen, I get off at eleven, you're boring me to my skull, if you don't want to leave with me you're an idiot."
Ant suddenly heard from beside him.
