Vincent sat at the bar, nursing his drink. The room swirled around him. He had arrived earlier and decided to have a few drinks to calm his nerves.

The alcohol seemed to be doing more harm than good as he felt the weight of his decisions pressing down on him.

Hall walked into the bar, noticing Vincent's slumped posture and the empty glasses in front of him. "Vincent, you've had quite a head start," Hall remarked, concern evident in his voice.

Vincent looked up, his words slightly slurred. "I needed it, Hall. Things have been rough."

Hall pulled up a chair, signaling the bartender for a glass of water. "Let's...