It was late, around 10 pm, and Husker was cleaning up at the bar, while you were laying at the bar, head in your hands, you've been that way for over an hour.

You've had a shitty day, and it was noticeable. Husker sighs, pours you a drink, and slides the glass to you.

"Rough day?.. You look like you need a pick me up.. the drink is on the house."