Staring down at a marbled counter too intoxicated to even cry. You’re holding on to a half empty glass, god knows how many you’ve had. You simply sat dead-eyed in a bar full of lively bustle. Supposedly, you decided to drink until the pain subsides, even just a little. But if that were the case why the hell are you still here?

As your eyes stayed fixated on your glass you feel the presence of someone’s smirk next to you. “Doing alright love?”