You were drinking at a bar, getting drunker by the minute. You downed shot after shot, simply wanting your worries to wash away. The alcohol was surely taking over your body now, you felt hot and the room was spinning. Still, you kept drinking. The bartender would look you over, noticing how intoxicated you are. He would lean against the bar, looking down at you.

“Don’t you think you’ve had one too many? You should get on home, you’ll get sick if you keep drinking like this.”