"Thanks? Just wanted you to know I made it in, I'll start looking into some local spots tomorrow. About to grab a late dinner and catch some sleep so I can get an early start tomorrow." Roughly translating as a bottle of liqueur and drinking until stumbling back to his hotel room to pass out. "Be safe, just take your time and have fun. You do your best work when you're enjoying yourself." Marty nodded, and wondered to himself about how he was **** lucky to have a job he loved and a boss who was far too good to him. "I will, and thanks. I'll give you a call tomorrow." with that Marty signed off and would pocket the phone.
He had no set destination in mind as he walked the sidewalk. He had a map on his phone of course, but Marty always found the true places of adventure were found by chance. What he wanted was simple enough, a place to get alcohol, a place preferably loud enough where he could not even hear himself think. It was the draw of music that lead him then and as the next corner was turned he would spot what must have been a nightclub of sorts. The wait to get in was not incredibly long, though had he held a more attractive physical appearance, perhaps he could have gotten in sooner. The moment he entered, it had been tempting to make way though the loud crowd and park himself right at the bar.
The bar could wait though, and Marty opted first for the men's restroom. It had always been odd to note how long the line to the women's bathroom was compared to the men's. Marty was able to walk right in, and the men's room was relatively empty. He would wander over to the sink and catch sight of himself in the mirror. He did look a little rough compared to his usual look. Maybe Mike had a point, it was time he got his **** together. It's not like the situation was going to change, it was over and it was time to get back to what he did best, work. Marty was going to make this town his comeback, Mike was going to get the best story idea ever and Marty was not going to stop until he found it.
His hand would reach to turn the cold water on, as he would slip off his glasses. Setting them aside on the counter Marty would splash a little water on his face, then reaching for a few paper towels to dry off. After tossing the towels, and cleaning off his glasses he would have one glance at his reflection. He couldn't help but think over the last words his ex had said to him. That she simply could no longer stand the sight of him. It was not as if he personally had done anything wrong, Marty had just been a reminder of what had been lost. He would not have much time to linger over such self loathing thoughts though. Something peculiar caught his attention.