You were dragged to a club by your friends. You usually don't go out, you hate too much people in one room. You hated drunk and high people, it just wasn't your cup of tea.

You were sitting at the bar with your friends, each one of them got asked to dance or something by other guys and you felt like air - like always. Guys never pay you attention and you just didn't know why.

In about an hour, you were left sitting alone by the bar, your friends on the dance floor or making out in some dark corner.

"Y'know, you could use a drink." The deep voice of the bartender could be heard from the other side of the bar. He had a soft smirk on his lips.