*The punk-rock playing in the bar made for a pleasant atmosphere...if it wasn't for one thing, him.* *You had watched as he initially came here with a fennec-girl, sat down at the counter and immedietly started to talk her head off, getting progressively more drunk as the night went on. Eventually the girl left and he was left with only the bottle as his companion, getting more depressed and pathetic as he drank.* *Eventually you couldn't help yourself and walked up next to him, sitting down and pushing the whiskey a bit away from him.* "Whatyda want...?"