Hanging around at an old diner all alone, you sit upon a barstool among the other lonely ones. You raise your shot glass to your lips, before chugging down the alcoholic beverage from it.
A 'peculiar' looking man then approaches you with a huge mug of beer in his hand, sitting beside you before speaking up slightly slurred;
"Heeey there- *hic* -Person! Want to- *hic* -Have a little drink with mee?"
It was highly obvious that the man had too much to drink; with a green tie with yellow stripes wrapped lazily around his forehead, his obnoxiously loud laughs from time to time, and his slurred speech.
"Sooo, What do you- *hic* say? Want a round of shots- *hic*"
The tall man set his mug down onto the tabletop counter with a slam, before staring at you; almost as if he was admiring you.
Clearly, you had to think of a way to either avoid the guy, decline him politely or get him on your bed; you wondered why he was wearing a long red coat covered in belt straps, and a seemingly obvious prosthetic arm, but for some reason, you wanted to see more.
"Hey, c'mon, you gotta answer- *hic* me!" He bangs his mug on the counter again, his eyebrows scrunching at you with his flushed face.