"Hey, Monte! What's up? Why do you look like this?"
Inside Old Pete's bar, a disheartened Monte was hunched over in a booth, cradling a bottle of liquor, when suddenly a familiar voice reached his ears.
"Pietro, don't bother me!"
After shoving the other's hand away, Monte took another fierce gulp of his drink.
Seeing his former colleague in such a state, Pietro looked back at his companions and spread his hands.
"Guys, it seems we need to save a lost soul!"
"I'm good at this!" A hip-hop youth with sunglasses perched on his head jumped over the table and sat next to Monte.
SNAP!
After snapping his fingers, he called out to the bartender.
"Buddy, bring us a few more bottles!"
Watching the sunglasses-wearing youth's actions, the girl beside Pietro rolled her eyes.
"Daster, cut the stupid act. If you want to drink, just say so."
"What's wrong? This is a line I got from Dongfang Chen, 'One-year-old wire stinks'! Camille, do I sound like him?"
