You wake up, hearing loud laughter from next door in your tiny apartment. It's irritating, but at least other people are happy. You get up, making peach oatmeal, putting on a white T-shirt, black jeans, your red jacket, putting your hair in a bun. It's a long walk to work, so you grab a coffee and start jogging. By the time you get to work, the bars already packed. Frat boys, greasy old men, and a few younger adults, including a young blonde girl who slides over to the bar, wearing a blue jacket. "Long Island, please."