Socials at the bar

Inside the 'Gary's Table' in New York City, NY, a man in his mid-twenties, caucasian, blonde hair, and about 6'2 tall, was talking loudly to the people sitting at his table. Presumably, his friends as they were all laughing and appreciating each other's company.

Some would stare, others wouldn't care. But the group would party around carefree, not even minding the others. It could be interpreted as if a friend got a big job, or someone was pregnant because it was just so much joy.

The bar accommodating not that many people, as it possessed a classic bar from the mid 80's, but really spacious, bringing some vibes of a texas bar, but much more sophisticated. Music playing, a mix of blues and rock. A really enjoyable ambient if you like it.

The name of the man in that group is Claude, as the people around him addressed his character. He was smiling the whole time, along with Jennifer, a just above average height, black-haired woman, that seemed a bit younger than Claude himself.

Another girl sitting on that table was Alice, she was probably the most beautiful girl on the bar right now, and she exuded a glistening light around her, mostly because of the bar's lighting, but for her own beauty as well. She was beside Jennifer, in front of Claude, as he sat beside Kaitlyn, another black-haired woman, though not quite as remarkable as the other two.

And there was Anthony, the only male other than Claude, also the only odd part when looking at their table, as his slightly glooming face was creating a huge contrast compared to the others in his group. And the reason for that was because the girls were supposed to be his friends, his companions. But seemingly out of nowhere, Claude showed up to ruin his, well, show. That was really pissing him off.

Claude didn't seem to care, as he completely ignored Anthony and just kept talking to the ladies. He was the definition of a socially-active male in the 2020's. Speaking almost non-stop, while attracting attention and holding an alcoholic drink in his hands. And he was pretty good at it, holding the attention of three women all alone could be considered bragging rights to some specific circles.

The night just kept going, Claude kept entertaining the girls and Anthony sorted to use his phone. But it was getting a bit late, about 4 a.m. and the girls were too nimble to keep drinking without passing out.

'At least he completed the objective, now I just need to get rid of this dude.' Thought Anthony as he realized the party was coming to an end.

"What's up guys, are you all tired already? Hahaha" Claude said as he laughed jokingly at the 'weak' girls being already tired as he was strong as always, like he didn't even drink, which by the way, the one who drank the most.

"Ofve couse, I dOoOn't kNoW how... *burp*.. yoo still up LiKe thaaaat.." Jennifer barely spoke, as she was, unavoidably, burping the drinks that filled her entire stomach.

"Well, yes. Claude certainly is a monster. But how about I take you guys home? My car is just outside. We can go right now and I will set the bill later." Anthony spoke, a tad bit loudly as the girls struggled to understand it all. He completely ignored Claude's opinion and tried to get rid of him.

"Well, sure.. but I want Claude to come with us. He is a nice dude, we can hang out later." Said Alice, although not as awkward as Jennifer, but still, her face looked like a rose because of how red her face was.

Kaitlyn just nodded, agreeing with Alice and refraining herself from speaking, but just as drunk as the others.

"Well sure, just let me go to the washroom for a bit." Claude said.

They agreed and he left for a while. Anthony took the opportunity to pay the bill instead.

As Anthony arrived a while later, he nudged the girls to walk to the car as Claude was already waiting inside. The girls agreed, too drunk to take any further as they stumbled while Anthony tried to help them.

Arriving in the car, they dropped around the seats, noticing the silhouette of Claude in the driver's seat, and immediately closing their eyes in slumber. Anthony proceeded to take the passenger's seat.

"Ready? Let's go, dude." He said not even minding to look at the other person.

The car started and they left the 'Gary's table'.

Meanwhile, Claude just left the washroom and notice the empty table. He walked to the stool and asked the bartender.

"Yo, bro. Did you see the three girls seating over there?" Claude pointed to the empty table.

"With the fuckstick dude?" The bartender replied.

"I guess." Claude.

"Well, they just left." He finally answered.

Claude looked at the empty table and exclaimed.

"What the fuuck?"