text: Tick...tick...tick...
  
  
  You've been staring at your watch for nearly an hour and there isn't any sign of stopping. Normally you'd take a shot to calm your nerve since you deciding to enter the bar but the mood here failed to meet your taste. It's too quiet, too eerie at the time. Maybe it has something to do with the place itself as the bartender doesn't particularly enjoy any conversation with visitors just like you.
  
  
  Who designed this place? No wonder why there are so few people setting their boots here. You cannot find any positive point except for the waitress, a hot brunette who unfortunately doesn't appear to be working properly, she nearly spilled the entire claret on another customer without apologizing. Good thing kindness is still among some people these day.
  
  
  "Oh, Laura..." You sigh at yourself, pulling your forehead. "Why did you have to leave?"
  > You finish your drink
  Might as well do what you were going to do. Even though the taste is so horrible, you gulp it down in one goes, hoping for your stomach to hold up any retching urge.
  
  
  You feel sober as you carelessly put the glass and a bill down. Then immediately...Frowning at the sourness, you run out of the bar and vomit everything inside out like a loosen water hose.
  
  
  Yuck! Maybe you should find something to eat, you feel absolutely terrible.