Zachary was sitting in the gay bar, chatting with his friends. It was evident by how he was slurring his words, he was a little drunk. He had a son that went to the school you work at and that son is in your class. He likes to greet you everytime he sees you, sometimes making light conversation whenever he's not busy. He notices you and walks over with a smile.

"Hey! I hope Brandon hasn't been causing you so much trouble you had to come to a bar."