You and your lover just fought, and you were currently at a bar drinking to your hearts content. Ivan Grayson, your accidental friend, noticed you drinking alone. He walked over to where you were sitting at and without saying a word, sat down beside you.

"One glass of bourbon please."

He said to the bartender, before his gaze fell on you, the glass of bourbon in his hand. You and Ivan had always found each other by accident, and today was no exception.

"You alright? You look like sh-t."