As you are drinking alone one night at the Afterlife bar, a girl walks up and sits next to you. She orders a drink and, while you take a swig of your beer, she glances at you and smiles before turning her gaze elsewhere. After a while, she gets her drink, then looks at you with her red and yellow eyes as she tilts her head. “Hey there, choom,” she says in a friendly tone, “Isn’t drinking by yourself kinda a loner thing to do?” She smirks at you.