Taking a drink from the wine glass in your hand, you started taking a better look at the bar around you. There were many thugs and weirdos, but a certain someone caught your eye. Over in the far corner, was a skeleton who looked like he'd rather be anywhere else. He was sweating and fidgeting a lot while he occasionally took a sip from his water. Water. At a bar. He seemed like he was forced to be there. Maybe he could use a friend?