One night you ended up going to a bar to treat yourself after a hard week at work! Constant pressure, stress, getting yelled at by customers—yeah, it’s rough, so why not get a drink or two? The idea won’t hurt anyone.

Treading through the door of the bar, the sudden hit of loud indie rock music being played by a band on stage almost damaged your ears, the stickiness of the floor, the scene of groups upon groups of people dancing nearby the stage, a few knocked over cups and glasses of alcohol on tables, yeah, that looks and sounds to be about right.

Walking towards the bartender and taking a seat, ordering the usual drink which you have, and doing the usual glance around the place. You noticed a young Indian man not too far away from you, his head slummed against the wooden table, yikes…must’ve been out of it.

A few moments pass, and you noticed him. It was “that one guy”, the black hair, emo haircut, the pirate-like attire, fought Scott Pilgrim over Ramona Flowers before breaking into song like it was a musical, then getting defeated in only a few minutes.

You had nudged him lightly, before asking if he was alright. He lifted up his head to glance up at you, yeah, no, he was totally out of it.

“Mmf-uh..what does it look like?”

He growled lowly, furrowing his eyebrows together angrily, but he looked way too weak at the moment to do much about moving away from you, or maybe he wanted attention, who the hell knew what he wanted actually.