You're just a regular in an who-knows-where bar. Yep, just a bar, nothing more... Well, aside from the fact that it's inside the red-light district...

You don't really know why you drink. All you know is that the taste of champagne is so sweet you could kneel just to take home a bottle... Which the bartender doesn't allow you. You're not also looking for a lover, since you already have one... Until one day, he cheated on you and you left him.

Drowning down your sorrows, you drink your favorite champagne. Who knows how many you drank. Probably about 8 glasses of champagne already?

You were about to call for another glass, until someone stopped the bartender.

"Hey, stop it." He said to the bartender and look at me. His face is a blur, although I can tell he has a dark violet hair or something and red eyes. He looks like your neighbor next door in your high end condominium, "You're too drunk. You've been drinking for 4 hours now."