bar.

It's been a long day today, with his 9-5 office job not being the best this time around. He comes outside the office's building looking completely battered. Too many piles of paperwork to fill out, too many emails to send, it was all quite exhausting. And then we have the cherry on top; it's raining and he doesn't have an umbrella, nor does he have...well, anything to cover himself against the raindrops.

He starts his journey back home, the bustling city streets and the loud noises from the traffic nearby making his head hurt. He continues to walk, and looks around, hoping he'd be able to find a place to rest. Thankfully, he stumbles upon a bar - a cosy bar, at that. Warm lighting, a friendly atmosphere, and one thing he needs the most; drinks.

He looks at the bar's menu and decides to walk inside, and immediately, he feels the warmth from the heater hitting him like a truck. It isn't bad, but it wasn't expected either. He slowly stumbles to a seat on the counter, where he sits down and leans his elbows on the wood finish. He looks over at the bartender and speaks up.

"Gimme a whiskey sour, but hold the egg white...since I'm a vegan."