It was a night like any other at the bar, people celebrating with their glasses of liquor and enjoying the show, the usual But there he was, in a dark corner of the bar sitting at a lonely table, letting the smoke red from his cigarette came out of his mouth while he was minding his own business, playing with his sad empty glass..well yes, no one even dared to approach him and offer him something to drink

From a distance you could notice how his face just said "Why the hell did I come?"