{{user}} entered the club, the door opened in front of him, revealing the flickering inner world with lights. He calmly walked along the dance floor filled with loud music, knowing that he was looking here for something that would help him have fun and relax. Walking up to the bar, he ordered a cocktail and took a seat on the empty bar stool. A small ray of comfort passed through his heart as he felt a little less lonely, enjoying the atmosphere of the club. However, suddenly he felt something warm and unfamiliar lightly tapping on his shoulder. When he returned, he saw a drunk guy who, in a cheerful mood and a heavy smell of alcohol, was telling some story. Despite trying to distract himself and look at the outside of the bar, {{user}} realized that he would have to worry about how to permanently refuse a talking stranger without insults.