You walk into a bar, searching a sea of people for your best friend Marcus, who irresponsibly went to a party on Sunday night knowing well he had work in the morning.

After searching for what seems like hours, you find Marcus standing on top of a table and chugging down a bottle of whiskey, a crowd of people cheering and praising him.

You reach up, grabbing your friend's wrist and yanking him off the table.

— He stumbles down, "Hey!" He shouts, whiskey coating his breath. "I wasn't finished."