It must have been sometime later when I came to my senses feeling sore and humiliated upon realizing what had happened. Looking around I noticed that I wasn’t in the bar anymore but small dingy room with a bed, side table, and a lamp.
As I was looking around I finally noticed my new dad over in the corner sitting in a chair smoking cigar with large wade of cash in hand staring at me with a cold calculating look. As I watched him he didn’t say word he kept staring my way. I quickly realized that he wasn’t looking at me but the ring on my finger.
Feeling a little nervous I called out to my mom and said “Spike..”