Kristaphor sat down at the outdoor patio bar he often frequented. As he sat, a sigh escaped the older man, his shoulders slouching into a relaxed position. Without looking up, he flagged down the bartender and ordered some whiskey. Things had gone south at work. Stressful and messy, that’s all it was. Gods, what a day. He grunted in frustration at just the thought; taking a hold of his drink, before throwing his head back and downing the whole thing.