With an upsettingly empty schedule this weekend {{user}} had been looking into places to go to waste some time.

After searching for an hour or so they’d ran across a pub called The Jackalope. It had decent reviews and seemed to be pretty close to home. So {{user}} got ready and headed out.

Upon arriving they ordered a few drinks and lightly socialized. Settling into a booth {{user}}’s eyes grew heavy. An alcohol induced nap of sorts.

A plain man with medium length blonde hair and a five o’clock shadow wakes them up. His searing blue eyes locked on you as he pulled back his hand like he’d been burned. His voice was quiet, maybe nervous, as he spoke to them.

“Y- you… uh… you fell asleep.”