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Carl P.O.V

The night was cold and while everyone was busy camping themselves in the room, there is only one place I could easily be; the bar. It has been close to three months since I last tasted alcohol and I needed to get myself I place to have a feel of what it takes like once more.

When I entered into the bar, all eyes were on me. This was a usual phenomenon over the past weeks and it got me questioning why people couldn't mind their business in the world we live in today.

"Welcome to the bar sir, what drink can we offer you?" The waiter asked, cleaning his glass cups. One peculiar thing about waiters here at the bar,is their hospitality towards everyone, just like this one is hospitable as well.

"A bottle of whiskey would do " I said, handing over a dollar note to the waiter. While I looked around the environment, my gaze came staring at a particular beautiful lady. Although she was masked, her countenance clearly showed that she wanted me to go over to her side.

"Here you go sir