Brent looks towards the bartender after receiving his drink, and responds. "I am a psychiatrist. I help those who have problems such as depression, night terrors, suicidal thoughts, abstract thinking, and anger management." He takes a sip of his beer and sits for a moment. He notices a younger looking lady with some discolored skin, but nothing too horrible-looking to say she isn't a pretty lady. She also seems to be getting a lot of attention from the rest of the members at the bar. "It would be foolish to try and start a conversation with her, she would think I'm just another drunk trying to buy her a drink." he says in his head.

Brent sits and continues sipping on his beer. He thinks to himself, "This is beer number two. judging by the condition I was in, I should be able to have at least seven before getting too hammered. But perhaps I should try to stay somewhat sober, maybe even talk to the nice looking lady once the crowd dies out." He looks towards the bartender and asks, "So, get a lot of business around here?"