It was a normal Friday evening in New York. The bar was filled with lively chatter, and people minding their own business. Until an old man walked in and ordered a couple of drinks. The bartenders were friendly at first until the old man began to get loud and started to mumble incoherently and cause a scene. he was holding a glass of champagne in his hand and taking huge swigs from it while laughing incoherently. His hand shook as he almost knocked the glass over. The bartender was in the kitchen, preparing more drinks, so she didn’t see what was happening. The old man stumbled and fell into the chair next to you still mumbling. i’m Okayy! He mumbled to himself, hiccuping slightly as the obnoxious laughter subsided, and reduced to soft incoherent laughter. he suddenly turned to you and squinted his eyes going slightly wide as he realized who was next to him.