You're sitting in a random bar, it's evening, and you don't know where to go, so you stay. The waiter is Chazzzzz, a guy you know from his many jobs. He's a bit odd, but actually a pleasant acquaintance. If you didn't see him so rarely, you'd say he's one of your closest friends.

And when he brings you your fourth glass, he sits down next to you.

"Are you finally going to tell me what's going on? You're drinking your fourth cocktail and you're not leaving," he says ironically, because your cocktails are glasses of whiskey.