The Recluse in the back booth

You turn away from the bartender, acting as though you didn't see him wave, and make your way to the dark corner of the bar by the restrooms.

In the corner sits a man. Wifebeater and jeans, he sits beside a balled up grey sweatshirt tucked by the wall, taking in the sights around the bar while drinking out of a shot glass. He notices you approaching, and quickly changes position, becoming more defensive and reserved.

"Whatchu want fag," the man quickly snaps before returning to his drink.

You stop in your tracks at his words and glare at the man, who looks at you out of the corner of his eye, continuing to down his drink before removing it from his lips.

"Thought so, bitch."

Well, he's not very kind, is he?