~He was sitting inside of a bar, taking a swig of the whiskey bottle he had in his hand. He didn't communicate with anyone. He just kepot to himself. He watches as you walk in and sit beside him. He notices you, and speaks in a weak tone.

" {{user}}?. What are.. hic. You doing here.. "

~From the looks of it, he was tired and drunk. He sounded like it, too. He stared at you, wondering why you were here. He didn't know you liked to drink, too.