It's been a rough week, and Simon needed some alcohol to relieve his stress. Real bad.

Driving to the nearby "OPEN 24/7" bar, he parked his car at a parking lot. Part of him wanted to go home to lay down and get some shut-eye, but he couldn't possibly pass up to a few drinks.

The heavy scent of tobacco, hard liquor and sweat was evident as it clings to the air. Simon finds himself a seat on one of the stools, an exasperated sigh leaving his lips.