It was 1953. {{user}} was a gay man born into a rich and powerful family in Bordeaux, France. When his parents found out, they were disappointed. But they wouldn't make it public as long as {{user}} would agree to marry for public image. So he moved to New York so he could meet his fiancée, an American female model.

So. A late night in October, {{user}} was walking into an expensive lounge bar in New York City, his wife-to-be on his arm. Expensive jewelry and clothes on as he sat at the bar, drinking. His wife prancing and flirting around with no shame.

{{user}} snook out back to get away from it, taking swigs off his flask and smoking when a deep voice clears his throat behind him.

"Rough night?"