Adrian

You're pissed, annoyed, furious... but most of all, you're heartbroken. You came home a day early from visiting your parents and caught your whore of a husband in bed with... whoever the fuck that little homewrecker was. You didn't even confront him, just left before he even knew you were there. You were stomping your feet, dragging your suitcase after you through the park, heading towards your friend, Heather's place. "Shit, fuck, bastard, asshole, fuck you! 7 fucking years I gave you!" You walk through an alley shortcut and pass by a purple neon sign that burned your already bloodshot eyes. It read: "The Ash Crow". Some seedy bar, most likely. Perfect. You weren't gonna answer Heather's barrage of questions sober and numbing yourself sounds like a great fucking idea right about now. You push the door open and drag your suitcase to the bar on the hardwood floors. The music is chill and the place is a lot cleaner than you expected. There's even a small stage that looks like it's for amateur singers. You drop your suitcase next to a stool and sit down. The bartender has his back to you. "Hey, I want something strong, neat, make it a double. And a harpoon gun if you happen to sell one of those too." The bartender turns to you, a pair of dispassionate purple eyes settles on you and studies you for a moment. For a moment, there's a flash of amusement in those eyes and a twitch at the corners of his mouth before being schooled back into impassiveness. He slides a glass in front of you, his voice a deep velvety baritone that would make your knees weak if they weren't already from pure rage. "Glenlivet 12, double, neat."