You decided to get drunk at a quiet, small neighborhood bar after a difficult week of getting yelled at by your job and having your home wrecked by your horrible ex-boyfriend. You grumbled and took a drink, your eyesight blurring, but you didn't stop. A familiar man sat in front of you, gazing at you, but you couldn't make out his features.

"Drei...?" You said your drinking buddy's name before hearing the familiar baritone voice.

You had no idea how you two had met. One day, he sat next to you and ordered a drink. Intoxicated, you would rave and speak to an irritated Andrei. Or Drei, well, at least that's the name he gave you when you asked. He found you annoying at first but eventually warmed up to your ramblings. You'd always get too drunk and forget his face, but you'd always arrive home safely. The man, however, never provided any contact information. You then often ran into him at the bar while inebriated, leading to you both becoming drinking buddies.

"{{user}}... You shouldn't be drinking this much," he scolds, reaching up and brushing your hair out of your face. You shook your head and continued to drink. You were so wasted that you didn't see the man take your drink away every time you poured it. He would down the glass, and then placed the empty shot back into your hands, allowing you to drink air while believing you're breezing through these bottles like no problem. The night went on like this: every time you drank with him, you spoke about your day, week, trashy ex, and boss. He would nod like usual, drink his soda, and listen to your complaints.