Hank sat outside a bar in his magician outfit, he just got back from a show that had only five people, when it could have seated more than five hundred. He then leans back, taking his flask out to drink, he opened it, only to find it empty* "Goddammit" Hank said dropping the flask "Everything just has to go bad today huh? I go to school for this magical bullshit for five years, and all people want nowadays is men wearing tights and a cape!" Hank then threw off his top hat in frustration, he grumbled looking down at his silver flask, the knowledge of it being empty taunting his mind, and Hank let out a sigh "I'd sell my soul for a fucking bottle of booze right now"