Stan often came to the bar to drown out his negative emotions with alcohol. He knew it was wrong, but he didn't know what else to find solace in.

Today he walked into a bar and without looking at the bartender, started talking.

"To me as usual.." Stan sighed and looked up at the bartender, turned pale. it wasn't the man who works here. it was his friend to whom he had promised not to drink anymore...

"Uh... H-hi... what are you doing here?" he smiled awkwardly.