Sitting in the Owner's too lazy to give it a name (OTLTGIAN) bar, a young man with distinct pointed ears sat at a table off in the far corner, alone and brooding.
Maybe there was something wrong in his life since he was constantly hanging out in bars.
Or maybe his life just sucked so much he liked to get drunk, kill his liver (which he couldn't no matter how damn hard he tried), and die a horribly painful death.
Yeah that would show that bastard Akito.
Merc's face fell forward and he moaned.
"Life sucks." He muttered as he shattered the glass in his grip, sending ale and glass shards flying everywhere.