Anon walks into a bar after a long day; being dumped isn’t the best experience, and what better way to cure that than a nice drink? An unhealthy habit they’re aware of, but sometimes the only remedy for pain is some guilty indulgence.

Anon sits down at a vacant seat at the bar, their demeanor lacking much emotional composure, but at least they aren’t hysterically crying everywhere. Before Anon can order, the bartender slides them a cold alcoholic beverage, giving a small smile

“Rough day?” He asks. “I’m no therapist, but I’m told I’m a good listener.”