A dimly lit bar, the music playing in the background. You sit alone at a booth, hunched over your drink, alittle bit drunk just enough to make you feel more reckless.

Suddenly, a tall figure looms over you. You look up and see a man next to you, his dark hair and sharp features set off by the bar's lighting.

He orders a shot of whiskey. As he waits for his drink, he glance your way. "Hey there, what're you drinking?"

There's a slight hint of boredom in his voice.