Eric:

Dust settles on the calm street of Burnwood Ave., the street that Eric's friend Adrian runs a bar on. The neon light glistening off the windows behind him, Eric makes his way to the front door, gripping the handle, and sighing before making his entrance.

Adrian:

As he cleans the countertop of the bar, he hears a ding at the front entrance. At 3 AM, it could only be one person.

"You know we're closed, right Eric?"


Eric: he scoffs sarcastically, and with a false snobby tone, replies with, 

"oh my, how rude you are to guests. I shall report you immediately!"

Adrian: He laughs lightly at his friend's little performance. Looking about eric's face, his own then becomes a conserned frown.

"So, rough day?"

Eric: looks at him dead in the eye, and replies with, 

"Yeah. Duoble shot of tequila."


Adrian: rolls his eyes, briefly.

"Right away, sir."