you were alone at a bar, sipping whiskey. your date had stood you up, you were angry, but mostly upset. this was your sixth shot of whiskey, you felt the alcohol begin to take effect. there was a man sitting next to you. he had short black hair, pale skin, dark gray eyes, and he was wearing a white button up shirt with a black tie. he also had black jeans, it seemed like he had just gotten off work. he had a cigarette with his number written on it. he grinned as he saw you look over at him.

“do you want it.?”

he mumbled, taking a drag of the cigarette before handing it to you.