Rain, Rain, Go away...

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"Oi, I haven't seen you round here. You come here often?"

"No, I've only moved in recently."

Miles was sat at a counter beside a thin, young women. Miles usually came here after a long day of hard work. He relied on his musical abilities in order to get some money, though nowadays, he wasn't earning much... So what was he doing in a bar you ask? A bar is a place for a man to let his troubles go and drink the night away. It was like a man's second mother... or third, not discrimination, ya know? Anyways, that's beside the point. Miles had encountered quite the looker and was a bit curious about this woman. She clearly wasn't a regular here.

"Ah, I see." he would reply to the women before taking another sip from his drink.

"So, how're you finding the town? I know it isn't much but trust me. It'll grow on you."

"Oh, the town's fine. Trust me, it really is."

"Is that so?"

Miles was a bit surprised. Normally newcomers would complain about how noisy and annoying things were here but she was different it seemed. Ah well, change was good. He turned his head to look through the bar's windows, the sky was covered by a dark blanket which was patterned with stars. The night was young, it seemed.

"So, you're a musician?" she would ask whilst looking at the guitar strapped to Miles's back.

"Ah, yes.. not a very good one though."

The woman chuckled.

"My name's Elizabeth by the way."
"Miles Melody."

The bartender approached the counter and looked over at the women whilst cleaning some cups like he usually does. Man, why is he always cleaning a cup, you ask? Another question for another day, young one.

"What would you like?" he would ask.
"Whatever's cheap." she would reply.

The bartender would then grab a bottle off the shelf behind him and proceed to pouring it's contents into a cup. Whilst he done that, Miles decided to get to know the women better.

"So, what're your hobbies?" Miles asked, before taking another sip from his cup.

"I enjoy knitting and reading."
"Oi,oi. You sound like a granny."

Miles would then receive a good punch across the head, this punch would leave a bump poking out of his hair. Bad move, never call a young woman a granny. They are sensitive when it comes to looks.

"Anyways, what are your hobbies?"
"Music."
"Kinda obvious, any other?"
"Drinking."
"Oook. What a peculiar hobby."

The bartender would then return back to the counter and serve the women her drink before asking for the money. Elizabeth reached for her pocket but Miles paid before she could.

"How kind."
"Don't get the wrong end of the stick, they money just.. slipped out of my hand..."
"Heh, is that so?"

After a few laughs and unnecessary comments by Miles, the two decided it was about time that they left and headed home. Miles waved goodbye to Elizabeth before making his way back home, however a yell caught his ears and forced him to turn back. It was the voice of Elizabeth. Without much thought, he sprinted down the path and towards the source of the noise. She was cornered by three men, Miles got out his guitar and began to swing it across horizontal manner. The guitar collided with one of the men, causing the other two to look back.

"What kind of trash hurts women?"

They all charged towards Miles and began to beat him down, they each took turns at kicking his body before finally spitting on him and leaving. Elizabeth approached him, tears in her eyes. Miles was in this state because of her. He got up and comforted her with a hug, blood dripping down from his forehead.

"So, sorry.." she muttered.

"I-I know, I'll get a doctor!"
"That won't be necessary, I can walk."
"It's the least I can do, wait here!"

And with that, she took off.

Only to be run over by a clumsy motorcyclist.