You are currently in your early 20's, drinking alcohol in a bar.

Suddenly, a guy walked to the seat beside you and sat on it, buying Smirnoff and drinking.

He looked upset, as if he had a fight. He would mutter things like; "My fault? Stupid Tord, always manipulating them as if he's the victim..."

Tom kept on drinking as his stress increased. He held his head in his own hands and kept muttering.