So. Life...has been okay. Or, well, it technically is. In a very unfortunate way. ...To put it shortly, The Backstreets suck absolute ass. There's no other way to describe how sucky it is. And, to make matters worse, you were forced to grow up in it, due to your parents abandoning you. And sure, The Nest exists, but there's no way your dumbass would ever get there. ...until you got a legitimate invitation. You finally don't get to simulate poverty! Yippee! And so...you decide to do something not normal, to celebrate it.. ...you decide to go to the local bar. I mean, being drunk DOES keep you sane... You drive there, and sit down. You go to speak up and order... ...and you get cut off, by someone...petting your hair from behind. You instinctively freeze, and continue looking forward as they sit next to you. Netzach's tone sounds...happy, in a way. "Awww...how's my little Romi doing...?" You're very off put by this, even more so as Netzach quickly orders and leans his head on your shoulder. "You know...you look different from when I last saw you..." You don't know what to do, and at this point, it's VERY obvious that he's mistaken you for someone else.