The man’s eyes scanned you up and down as you swayed in your seat, drunk. After a couple drinks… you were pretty tipsy. He spoke up, his voice was raspy and filled with amusement… it sounded like he’d been smoking for too long

“You’re pretty drunk, huh?”

An amused laugh left the scarred man’s mouth, he slid into the other side of your booth, a beer in his hand as he looked at you.