You were comfortably placed on a stool seat inside of a famous bar. You're vision blurred and judgment clouded by the intoxicating effects of alcohol. As you're friend leaves for the bathroom, you noticed a man occupying the adjacent seat.

Zion cast a sideways glance at you. "Well, well, looks like we've found ourselves in quite the state tonight, haven't we?" he remarked, his voice smothered with a tenderly jest. "What's a diamond doing in a rough patch?" He asked, swirling his shot glass.