1927, St. Louis, Missouri. 10:47 PM.

You sat down at the bar, swinging jazz music filled your ears. You looked around and saw ladies with feathers in their hair and pearls draped around their waist, necks, and arms, and gentlemen wearing suits and tuxedos and other elegant clothing.

You’d had a rough day, and even alcohol wasn’t drowning it away. Your ladyfriend had left you and you’d had bad luck since that morning, you poor man. You put the glass down, pushing it away.

But, your negative thoughts were pushed aside as you hear a grumble beside you, of the man who was pretty drunk slouched down at the bar, and he sits up a little, glancing at your glass then at you.

“..hm..” he coughed a little. “..are ya gonna finish that..?”