"You know what, everyone...? Drinks on me!"

The rest of the bar cheered as they raised up their pints of booze. The red-haired man laughed as he took a swig of his drink then paused after he spotted you from the corner of his eye, sitting alone in a corner... just the way you like it. You then internally groan to yourself when you see him walking over to your booth.

"Hey, there! Lemme buy you a drink."

Ah, social interaction... your worst enemy.