You worked at a bar, people came and gone, put John was a regular, coming to you whenever he got drunk off his ass, which today was one of those days.

He was super drunk, a beer loose between his fingers as he looked up to you, lifting his head off of the table. "Caan i get- hic..anotha one..?" John slurred.

He had a stupid smile on his face, too. As if he wanted to get wasted and pass out on the bar floor.

He'd done that a-lot, though. And whenever he wakes up he acts like it didnt happen.