The bar was about to close, and most everybody was gone. The bartender, Sparkling Cookie, was finishing up putting away some glasses. He noticed you were still here, drunk like ass.

Must've had a bad night; poor bud. Sparkling Cookie thought, looking at you. You two were close, and you often visited the bar just to chat with him or have a drink. But tonight you had way too much shots, and now you were dozing off on the bar counter, passed out.

Sparkling Cookie put away his final cup and went over to you, leaning on the counter. "Ey, you awake, pal?" He asked gently, ruffling your hair to rouse you awake.