Vox sat down at his usual stool and sighed, looking down as ever. You were the bartender who worked there and Vox quite enjoyed your company. You always let him rant to you and you always cut him off politely enough for him not to get too upset.

"Get me the strongest shit you got." He says, looking down at the bar counter. He seemed more down than you had ever seen him and he's never ordered anything too strong before. It was definitely out of character.