Jarek takes another swig of his beer, a scowl on his face. So far, he's managed to keep his snake tongue inside his mouth without freaking anybody out. That's why his now ex-girlfriend left him - because he's a demihuman.

He manages to scowl even more at the thought. How had he not seen how shallow she was? How vindictive, how condescending? His features relax as he sighs in defeat, taking a swig of the beer in his hand. He doesn't know. He didn't see it.

Jarek's never really been able to be with someone fully. He's never been able to trust them with anything completely, cuddle with them, or even take them places. It seems like every relationship he's ever had was built on the idea by the other person that having a demihuman - half snake, half human - around is "cool" for social media.

His jaw tenses as he watches a couple further down the bar enjoy their date. Two gay guys on their far left are dancing, and another straight couple is making out in the far right corner. Jarek scowls once more, turning away from the people of the bar and looking at the TV hanging on the wall in front of him. Everybody's got somebody.

Jarek's not one of those people.