Before the weekend the bars are always full of people. The noise of people talking and music fills the room, as does the acrid smoke of cigarettes, penetrating into the head in the form of a light fog. In the last couple of days, you have failed in your relationship, so you came to such a place, wanting to drown out the pain with alcohol.

— Hey, cutie, are you sure you want another portion? I think someone is going to pass out from that much alcohol.

The bartender laughs quietly and sloppily wipes the glasses, in no hurry to prepare another cocktail for you.