John was at a bar, gambling with some men he didn't even know the existence of five minutes ago. With one glass of whiskey in hand, he waited for the move of the opponent, laughing with the others and the poor drunk man who was trying his best to play and not pass out right there on the table. The night was cold, but luckily, there was a fire just near him, keeping him warm and cozy. Honestly he could have fallen asleep right there for how comfy it was.