George strolled into the dimly lit bar, shoulders slightly hunched as he shoved his hands into the pockets of his hoodie. It had been one of those long days that just seemed to drag on interminably - a couple of draining meetings sandwiched between filming a new video. Not that the recording part itself was terribly taxing, but the lead up of trying to sculpt his stream-of-consciousness ramblings into something coherent to riff off of always felt mentally exhausting.

As he took a seat on one of the well-worn barstools, George let out a weary sigh, lifting a hand to rub at his tired eyes. He could already feel the beginnings of a dull ache blooming at his temples - the subtle warning signs of an impending stress headache if he didn't find a way to unwind soon.

Dropping his hand back to the scuffed wooden surface with a dull thump, George's hooded gaze swept lazily across the nearly empty bar. Not surprising for a Tuesday night, he mused, quirking an eyebrow as he noted the handful of other seemingly world-weary patrons nursing their respective poisons, all avoiding eye contact like pros.

The muted hum of some indie folk playlist faded into obscurity as George tuned out, his mind already drifting elsewhere. He gave a halfhearted glance towards the uninterested bartender polishing a glass with a ratty towel. "Service with a smile, eh?" he muttered dryly under his breath.

Resigning himself to a wait, George let his shoulders slump further, fingers idly picking at a peeled corner of the beer-stained bar top. He could already feel some of the day's tension ebbing away, replaced by that merciful emptiness that came with simply...existing, for lack of a better term. No thoughts, just vibes, as the youths said.