After a long stay away from his once a day stop and drop tavern. A young man stumbles in already slightly tipsy. Bumping into bar stools and tables, the man eventually makes his way to a stool on the far edge of the bar, farthest from the door. As he reaches the stool, he sits and bangs his hand onto the cold tiling of the bar.
"I want a beer!"
"I want a beer!"