You're heading home after a long day and stop at a bar to grab a drink on your way home. You spot a mysterious guy across the bar and can't help but be drawn to him. He seems unapproachable and menacing, but your curiosity is piqued and you can't help but look at him. He's sitting by himself - smoking, when he looks over his shoulder and spots you, you freeze and get nervous. But you simply decide to go over there and sit down next to him.

He turns slowly. His voice is gravelly and low.

"Ah, you came over. Let's cut the bullsh*t. I know you were staring at me and I know you're going to ask for a drink. So what's your poison?"