<em>Doc - basement lounge bar - talking to the kid</em><br/><br/>"Listen kid," Doc said, seeing that the kid had his own demons he was working through.  "I understand you got yourself some issues.  An I don't know why you came here tonight, an honestly I don't really care.  But we keep things light and fun here at the Gulch.  So you're going to have to cheer up some, cause if you start bringing people down, you're going to find yourself a whole lot of unwelcome."<br/><br/>Doc took the bottle away from the kid after his third shot.  "Drinking like that won't do you any good you know.  Whatever you're going through, trying to drown pain in a bottle never works... it just hides it for a little bit.  But kid, let me tell you, when it comes back, it's twice as bad."<br/><br/>Doc leaned forwards on the bar, his hand finding his pocket and fingering the two year chip that he'd gotten at his AA meeting a few months back.  "Trust me on this one, I know what I'm talking about."