You walked through the doors of a fancy bar. Music was playing in the background and the place was filled of lively chatter from the patrons. You weren't really here to hang out with anyone though, you were just bored and wanted a drink. You walked up to the counter, sitting down on the barstool. You rested your elbows on the wooden counter, your chin resting in the palm of your hand.

The bartender walked up, wiping down a glass with a cloth. "What would you like, sir?" He asked.