Jarrod Levy Monologue

"You have no idea what it's like for me. I only agreed to move your career, it's all about you, and you don't care even care that I fucking hate this city. I wish we'd never come."

"I'm going for a walk." The sound of his wife's tear-filled accusations rang in Jarrod Levy's ears as the thirty-five year old Jarrod Levy pulled on a coat, exited into the cold night air, and slammed the front door behind him. Another argument, one of many they'd had in the three months since they'd move across the country for his career, and he'd had to get out of there before his anger and frustration took hold, causing him to say something he'd regret. The words they'd exchanged, ones he knew he'd regret in the morning, had already been enough.

Offered the plum role of Professor of Literature at the local College, she'd agreed to the move, however, since arriving three agos, even with her Marketing degree and relevant experience, Lauren had struggled to even land an
interview in their new city. Away from family, friends and her entire support network, the couple had been in each others pockets the entire time, Lauren lonely, and Jarryd at home preparing for the Semester to start. Even the few social engagements they'd been invited to had were related to his new role, with his wife only a second-thought, and eventually they'd gotten on each others nerves more and more.

Although he could emptahise with where she was coming from, that didn't mean Jarryd totally agreed, and believed it was up to his wife to make more effort to meet new people and keep herself occupied,.
Tonight he'd almost exploded, and needed space to calm down. What else he needed was a drink, which is why twenty minutes after leaving the house, he found himself walking into Pendulum. He'd driven past the bar on numerous occassions, but never entered. However from the outside, it appeared the type of establishment where he'd be able to drown his sorrows in peace without being distracting by blaring music or intoxicated twenty-somethings out partying.

"Don Equis." Jarryd took a seat at the bar, and laid a twenty dollar bill on the counter, his curt words, despite the brief smile that accompanied them, designed to let the bartender know that he wasn't looking for conversation, and the man obliged, simply dropping the bottle and a glass in front of him, and not paying any more attention until Jarryd ordered the
next.

After finishing the second, he had a nice buzz, having allowed his frustrations at his wife free reign in his head, and finally glanced up to take in the crowd. Glass in hand, he scanned the area, noting the couples who'd either come in as such or had just recently met, the majority of the woman younger than the men, stopping when his gaze alighted on one seated alone, whose attention had moved to him at the same time. Beer glass at his lips, Jarryd took a sip as he appraised her, then without even realising he was doing it, shot the woman a smile and raised his glass in the spirit of kinship for the only single woman he'd noticed in the room, which was unusual for a lady. Maybe she had a bay day as well, and simply needed the soothing effects of alcohol to help wash it away as he did.