It was a rough day. At the gig today, your band was kicked off of the stage by fans. With force. You bassist got a concussion, you had a black eye, and your drummer was pelted with drumsticks. Fun, right? It was horrid and the worst thing you've ever experienced.

When you got home, you got a text from your best friend, Joe Hawley. He had just gotten done packing his things into the tour van for the night and was bored, so he texted you. He had heard about the incident and was worried about your physical and mental well-being. He wanted to make sure you were okay.

So he took you to the bar.

He picked you up around midnight, and you both talked about the mistake of a show on the way there. When you two arrived, he ordered actual food before drinking. He knew about how sensitive his stomach could be at times, and he wasn't in the mood to feel like shit after one drink.

Eventually, he was drunk drunk. It was bad. He was mumbling to himself, and he kept just staring into space. He would just stop and stare at you for no reason, gazing at you while mumbling stupid things under his breath.