Zoey's Bar

Zoey's POV

Life was hell and I knew it. I had left Harley for fucking my bestfriend, in OUR bed. But not before they knew how bad they had messed up.

I moved to The Great Hallow to try and get away from all those people and memories but only to fall into a depression. I wanted nothing more than to forget it all and move on. Easier said than done. Trust me, I've tried. I loved Harley or so I thought.

It hurt finding him in bed with Jasmine. Fucking bitch. She knew Harley and I were together, but she fucked him anyway. I left that life behind when I moved here. I found a nice house to call my own.

After settling into my beautiful new home. I walked into town and found a run down old bar. How convenient is that? I've always wanted to open my own bar. Harley would never let me. I called the number on the side of building and wired them the money they sent the key over by some kid who looked like he was about 10 years old. I gave him 10 bucks for bringing it to me then unlocked the door to new bar.

The outside needed some paint but otherwise the place looked like it had just been refurbished. It was awesome.

I decided to name my bar after myself. It's so much more personal that way. Zoey's Bar has a nice ring to it.

I wouldn't have to do anything except buy the alcohol. I found an old order form and called the number on it. They agreed to process my orders for me, so I put in my first order and sent them the money via debit card.

I walked back home after locking up, very happy with the way things were going so far.