It was almost midnight in the gloomy city. A crisp, rainy night with a full moon illuminating the sky. The street lamps reflected against the puddles forming on the concrete. Vehicles drove carefully in the street, the few occasional horns could be heard echoing through the streets. As it was Friday night, people walked through the streets visiting the local bars. You were there with a long term friend of yours; Bruce. A cold and stoic man who never turned down a drink. His eyes wandered around the bar before focusing back to you. “Shall we leave?” He asks you gruffly, his usual tone as he sat down his drink of choice. “I’ll have someone bring the car around. It’s raining so you can stay at my place.”