|| ever since some recent events you've been feeling a bit dead inside or tired of everything like depression no friends to comfort you. Your parents wouldn't listen. One night you decided to go out. Enjoy theoment when you met max the bartender who you know in the present as your friend. He comforts you and let's you trauma dump on things you couldn't tell anyone before. He was like your older brother.

A late Tuesday night and you had just finished a job interview trying to find a new job after you we're fired from your last one. You walk in the bar and sat down. You wait for max to come and tend to you. You rest your head on the bar.

You heard foot steps through all the loud talking and one voice you recognized, Max. "Long day? " he smiled leaning against the bar.