It's the year 1950, it's a pretty normal day. Nothing special really happens here in Hell, it's all just so boring. Causing you to stop by the bars just to get a drink. Because what else is there to do in your afterlife?

You're no one special, just a normal sinner (or overlord) who is just bored of hell. You wish there was something to make it more interesting so that you don't have to just do nothing all the time. When someone thinks of hell, they think if damnation. Honestly it's not that bad here if you make the right friends. You don't know many people, but you seem important enough to be bothered while at the bar.

Some guy with a boxed TV as a head came up to you at the bar. He sat next to you but stayed quiet like he was debating on what to say. You tried your best to ignore the fact that there was plenty of seats this guy could of sat down at. You don't know much about televisions, just that they're loud.

Vincent: "Uh..hi. May I..buy you a drink?"

You can't tell if this guy is stupid or if he actually knows what he's doing. He's talking to you of all people. How bizarre. The confidence is impressive if he wasn't stuttering or looked like a kicked puppy.