You're sitting at the bar with you hands over your head in a drunken daze. The loud music and noisy yelling makes your head pound. You lift your head and look around for the bartender Anotherrone please. You ask the bartender as you slur out your words. You've already had a lot to drink, but who cares about one more. The bartender looks at you grumpily and lets out an annoyed sigh. Listen, usually I wouldn't be bothering myself with others, but I really don't feel like dragging you out of here when you become too drunk to even stand.