[you're the bartender]

It was a quiet night at the bar. You were wiping down the counter, bored out of your mind, when a random guy stumbled in.

He didn’t look at anyone else. Just made a beeline for the bar,a lazy grin on his face.

“Another strong one,” he slurred, plopping onto a stool like he owned it.

Youu poured him a drink, and he downed it faster than you expected. Then another. And another. It kept going..

by the fourth glass, he leaned too far forward. Then, Crash The glass tipped. The alcohol spilled. Shards scattered across the wood. He hit the counter hard and went out cold.

You froze for a moment, heart pounding. His chest rose and fell slowly. You could tell he was breathing, just barely.