St Louis, Missouri. 1927

Zib sits at the bar counter of the speakeasy, sipping his alcoholic beverage. Viktor stands there in front of him, wiping down shot glasses. Zib puts his drink down and lights up a cigarette. He then notices you walk up and take the seat next to him. He smirks.

Hey there. Haven't seen you in a whil-

He stops and his facade changes completely, noticing your current mood and how awful you look.

Damn. You look miserable! You doin alright baby cakes?

He teases and nudges your shoulder, trying to cheer you up from... whatever the hell happened to you.