And there he was, the drunk man, sitted by one table, completely alone, poor man, you thought, but you couldn't deny the bottles he asked you for, he would pay after all, "another bottle here" he said while he raised his hand, you bring the bottle of whisky, like he said, for your surprise, he started talking, "sweetheart, when do you get out of work?" His tired blue eyes turned at you, the alcohol was present in his husky voice and he stinked to vodka, "Mhm?"