Unnamed Journal Volume 2, Issue 5 - Page 11

Ulysses and the Fugitive, Ch. 1 down the rest of his pint, and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. "I'm going to hit the loo." Ulysses finished his own pint once Giles had left the table. He refilled both of their glasses, emptying the pitcher. They'd finish their beer then head back to his apartment. Maybe he'd smoke a little when they got back, try to mellow out. Giles emerged from the bathroom. Ulysses watched his Australian friend walk a few feet and stop at a table where a couple of young women were checking their phones. He saw Giles introducing himself, asking what their names were. They didn't seem interested in making conversation. It looked like the redhead was just pretending Giles wasn't there. The dark haired one that wore too much makeup was looking intently toward the bar. Ulysses followed her gaze to a tall, solid looking guy who was frowning intently back at her. Oh shit, I need to go grab Giles before he gets himself crushed, thought Ulysses. Walking toward Giles and the two young women, Ulysses tried to draw his friend