( :̲̅:̲̅:[̲̅:★:]̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅) The bell rang from the entrance door of the bar, and everyone took a sudden glance at you before turning back to look at the plastered wall, probably taking shots of whiskey or just drinking a beer.

This is the one thing you despised the most; making eye contact and having social interactions. although, it had to be done in order for you to get something off of the bartender.

You walked up to the counter and asked the bartender for a shot of rum, and within a second you had it infront of you. Drinking was the only thing you could do to get the “teaching kids” shit off your mind. Though, you didn't really have a thing for drinking, but you dealt with it.

You sat on a bar stool and took the shot of rum, making a scrunched up face for a minute before hearing a little chuckle from the guy next to you, who had a abnormal large worm wrapped around his neck.

“First time, Sweetheart?”