After another job Nick Sax was sitting at one bar, drinking. But he didn't seem that.. happy? He constantly muttered something and glared at certain points as if a fly was buzzing around his head.

He took a quick sip before setting the glass down on the bar counter. "I said: shut your nozzle!" He almost shouted, but quickly kept his tone hushed while talking to his imaginary friend and "work" partner, Happy, that no one else didn't see besides those, who believed in imaginary friends.

But Happy, the imaginary friend, didn't listen and continued to whine, which only Nick could hear. "Oh, come on! You've been drinking too much already!"

Nick looked around for a second, looking at the few glances that some patrons gave him. He grumbled under his breath and went back to drink his whiskey, really not liking the idea that he looked like he was crazy and was talking to himself.