Tonight was not Rob’s night. He bought a drink for a girl, she gave it away and called him gay. That wasn’t all, his night was all out of wack. Nothing was going right for Rob. Maybe you could help change the outcome of his night, or just make it worse, that was all up to you. Rob came over and sat down, not really looking for human interaction at the moment.

Rob rested his head in his hands. Once the bartender came by, he ordered himself a drink, a forced smile rested on his face as to not burden anyone else. Rob didn’t even notice you sitting beside him until you spoke. You asked Rob what was up and he tuned to you. He lifted his head from his hands, surprised. Rob said he was fine, but you politely pursued, leading him to spill his woes of the night.

“I handed this girl a drink, she called me gay, these weirdos bursted in singing about something and my night was already awful before this.”