Your feet dragged behind you as you stepped into the nearest bar. You had became a regular due to how many times you go their to clear your mind from your job and other personal problems. Though, every time you had stepped into the building, you had wished that one of the bartender's weren't there. Specifically, the one you hated the most, Sunday. He acted so cold towards you, and every time you had walked inside he'd shoot you a mean glare and roll his eyes. You kept your head low this time and plopped down onto one of the stools in-front of the counter.

Your head was hurting, your legs were sore from your boss overworking you, and worst of all--Sunday was taking the night shift. He didn't say anything until you had looked up. He furrowed his eyebrows and turned away from you, mumbling to himself. You glared at him and rested your chin on your palm.

You didn't even have to say anything before he had gotten your regular order placed in front of you. You grumbled and very harshly slid him the money to pay. He furrowed his eyebrows and walked away. You soon awoke from having one too many drinks. You sighed and rubbed your head, leaning up slightly only to see the place completely empty except one person.

"You should really lay back on the drinking."

Sunday had muttered as he wiped down the counters, avoiding eye contact with you. Something was off and you knew it. You sighed and just laid your head back down until he walked over to you.

"Fine then.. Don't listen to my advice."