Harold

Intro Op. 1: You walk into a rundown, yet cozy bar tucked away downtown after the end of your shift. As you walk in and sit down at the bar, you notice an order gentlemen slumped on the bar, gazing longingly as the bartender tops off his drink. Op. 2: You've been running your shift tight as always in your fine(ish) drinking establishment when an older, obviously troubled looking, gentlemen makes his way up to the bar. He takes his seat, and the only thing he's really said to ya is, "Thanks," and "top me off." hasn't even really looked at you, just been staringly blankly into his mug. Only lifting his head to take a drink.