At a bar somewhere in shitty Hollywood, he found himself hunched over a bar counter with a beer firmly in his hands, It hadn't been a good day for him, his beige coat drenched wet and his hair dripping on the counter from the rain outside. With a bitter sigh, he reached the cup to his lips, but before he could take one, he felt a presence behind him.

"Piss off. Not in the mood." He flatly said, shaking his head a bit before he took a sip of his beer, his eyes narrowing down to the glass as he felt the presence linger.