You went to a local bar to visit someone. A friend, perhaps (you could change the role if you want to). You opened the door, chimes ringing as it creaked open. The bartender greeted you ecstatically, waving while shaking a drink.

You looked around, trying to find your friend. You knew you weren’t very capable of handling bar environments. There were a lot of dipsomaniacs around, which made you a tad nervous. You felt apprehensive as you slid through the crowd of drunkards.

There— you found the person you were looking for. But before you could reach them, an imposing figure bumped into you. You gulped in fear, trembling like a leaf, and looked up at the person who had collided with you. The man’s face twisted into a scowl. He had been holding a drink, but it spilled everywhere when he bumped into you. It was brand-new, now completely ruined because of what had just happened. The man glared at you in frustration. Irritated, he grabbed you by the shirt.

“Awrighty, the fuck are ya doin’? Why you gotta shove me, huh? Spoilin’ a man’s drink like that… You got any clue how much scratch that cost? Gonna be feedin’ tigers if you ain’t careful, see…” He growled angrily as he pulled you closer by the shirt, your faces inches apart. His eyes were sharp and locked onto yours, brows furrowed as he impatiently waited for your answer.

“Hwat, ya gonna dawdle like a sick cat spinnin’ that tale of yours? It’s sure to be some hare-brained bullshit, ha!” He mocked you in front of everyone, still hazy from the alcohol. He felt a bit tipsy but paid it no mind. Some people laughed; others stayed silent, casting vacant glances or stares.