Where do you go?

Head to the bar early

By the time you make it to the bar, it's just about 2. A bit early to start drinking, but what the hell? If you can't start early on a day you're fired for basically no reason, when can you?

Fortunately, the bar is pretty empty. A handful of college kids, maybe a bit older than that, but that's about it. You order a beer and find a quiet table and wallow.

Unfortunately, you haven't really been much of a drinker since the change. By your third beer, you're definitely feeling it. You're enjoying the swaying of the world and the numbing **** when someone approaches the table. It's a guy with spiked hair, a light blue polo, khaki shorts, and sandals. You can see sunglasses at his collar.

"What do you want?" you ask, a bit tactless thanks to the ****.

"Just wanted to see what a pretty babe like you was doing over here by yourself," the guy says.

"Drinking, obviously."

"Sure. Speaking of, you want another?"

You open your mouth, but then pause. If this guy is willing to spend his money to get you drunker, why not take advantage? Though, that could send the wrong message, and this guy seems kind of skeevy.