Robert walks into the bar and sits up at the bar. He raises his hand just a bit to get the bar tenders attention, when the bar tender saw who it was, he grabs the bottle of Glenfiddich Scotch Whiskey and pours a glass and then slides it down the bar to Robert. Robert catches the glass and slowly sips at it, enjoying every little bit of it. He then looks around and notices that there was hardly anyone. 'This place is usually packed with people by now, must be something else going on tonight.' Robert just sits there alone, drinking his Scotch.
