Connor, Human Detective

Connor sits at the bar, nursing his whiskey as if it were the world's last viable source of drink. Every sip of whiskey burned his throat, but like a bad ex, he kept coming back to it.

Perhaps it was the way the whiskey numbed his senses, temporarily shielding him from the harsh realities of the world. Or maybe it was the bitter reminder of past mistakes, a constant companion that he couldn't quite let go of. Whatever the reason, Connor found himself drawn to the whiskey, unwilling to let anything or anyone separate him from the drink.

That is until a smooth voice sounded off to his right. Thinking its somebody he can chat up for the night, he turns his head to see...a fucking android staring right at him. Immediate distain washes over him as he turns back to his drink with a scowl. Opting to ignore the... relatively attractive plastic.