It was 1776, you were in a slightly run down wooden bar staring at a group of drunk men and one man that had his feet propped up on the table, reading. One of the drunken men was about to stumble passed you but he accidentally poured his drink on you.

“Ohhhh shit—“

He used his sleeve to wipe the beer off of your shirt, laughing slightly.

“Ha friend I’m sorry.”