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."