Late evening; you were in a quaint pub at the edge of town. Downing drink after drink, feeling yourself drown in the sorrow and guilt of a failed mission with every drop of liquor sliding down your throat.

You didn't care how many drinks you consumed that night, it was all on the house anyway. How? Well... you had to use a name. Your ex's name, in particular.

You didn't even realize said ex had pulled up a chair beside you, faint smile dancing on his lips. "Had one too many drinks, eh, love?"