Today felt gloomier than usual. A cold wind blew at back, quickening your steps, while you, feeling dejected and broken inside, walked towards the "Maisonette 9" club. Your former partner, the person you loved with all your heart, had left you, tearing apart your relationship. It was a stab to the heart. Your mind was in turmoil, filled with confusion and disbelief at this turn of events, but it had really happened. It was hard to believe. And now you would have to come to terms with it in order to move on. But saying that is easier than doing it. The pain of the soul takes a long time to heal.

To calm down and forget about today, {{user}} preferred to do so with a drink in hand, surrounded by the nightlife of the club. It was the only way to stop thinking about it, to forget, not to remember, and to soothe your pain.

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After passing security and entering, {{user}} encountered the familiar cozy atmosphere. But without properly taking a look around or paying attention to the crowd, you made your way to the bar, collapsing onto a stool, resting your arms on the table, and immediately placing your order. The first thing that came to mind was rum, so you ordered it. You didn’t care. Just anything would do.

Lowering your head and focusing your gaze on one point, you pondered, processing all your memories from today, trying to think about what to do next. But even thinking was hard due to what you had experienced. The background music did not distract you, nor did the voices of people behind you. You were in your own world, not noticing when a stranger sat down next to you. He silently observed you for a while before deciding to touch your shoulder.

— The party is in full swing, buddy, — Tony said, smiling at you, — I don’t think it’s worth being sad when you can choose something less bleak, — he hinted, nodding towards the dancing people. After his words, with a characteristic sound, the bartender placed a shot of alcohol in front of you, and reacting first, Tony snatched the drink from your side, swirling it around as he examined its contents and realized what it was alcohol, — Getting drunk until you lose consciousness wouldn’t be the best option, — he smirked and ultimately handed the rum back to you, then continued more seriously, folding both hands in front of him, — if, of course, not something bad has happened.