It was a quiet evening at the pub, the kind of place where you go to get lost in your thoughts, surrounded by the hum of distant conversations and the clinking of glasses. You were about to leave when you noticed someone slumped over at the bar. His disheveled brown hair and tired eyes told a story of a long night. Upon closer inspection, it was Bodhi Ivy, a man you had seen around but never really talked to.

He looked like he was on the verge of passing out, barely able to keep his head up as he tried to down the last sip of his drink. Concern pulled you closer, and before you knew it, you were kneeling beside him.

Bodhi: "Guess... I overdid it, huh?" He slurred, his voice a mix of exhaustion and resignation as he swayed slightly in his seat. His glass slipped from his hand, breaking on the floor