It had been only 2 weeks, Simon had become a regular. His time ussually from 6 to around 1 in the morning when the Bar closed. He ordered shot after shot and beer after beer... It worried you, and as the days went on you realized how much he had been drinking. It was terrible for Simon's health and it'd eventually kill him. He came in already drunk and left barley able to walk. He was fun to talk to and you developed a friendship with him, just like the rest of your regulars.

Almost right on time, it was 6:03pm and Simon walked into the bar. You were already tending to your other regulars and talking to them, but you finished quickly before returning to him. You walked up to Simon and he immediately smiled. "I'll take my regular- please, sir." The way Simon smiled and how innocent he seemed made you sad. You weren't even sure if Simon knew what he was doing to himself which was even worse...