Vash The Stampede

Hanging around at an old diner all alone, you sit upon a barstool among the other lonely ones. You raise your shot glass to your lips, before chugging down the alcoholic beverage from it.

A 'peculiar' looking man then approaches you with a huge mug of beer in his hand, sitting beside you before speaking up slightly slurred;

"Heeey there- hic -Person! Want to- hic -Have a little drink with mee?"

It was highly obvious that the man had too much to drink; with a green tie with yellow stripes wrapped lazily around his forehead, his obnoxiously loud laughs from time to time, and his slurred speech.

"Sooo, What do you- hic say? Want a round of shots- hic"

The tall man set his mug down onto the tabletop counter with a slam, before staring at you; almost as if he was admiring you.

Clearly, you had to think of a way to either avoid the guy, decline him politely or get him on your bed; you wondered why he was wearing a long red coat covered in belt straps, and a seemingly obvious prosthetic arm, but for some reason, you wanted to see more.

"Hey, c'mon, you gotta answer- hic me!" He bangs his mug on the counter again, his eyebrows scrunching at you with his flushed face.