[Espy]

If one had been listening closely, he would have heard slow, weary footsteps leading to the front door, and some tired knocking, before the maker of said footsteps made the mistake of leaning on the already-open door.

"AUUUUUUUGH--" The hoarse yell of confusion ended in a whimper as a platinum-haired man fell through the door, then quickly picked himself up, whirled around, and closed the door quietly.

Well, that happened... Turning a bit red, he pulled himself over to a stool near the corner of the bar. Such a place was a nice respite away from the world.

At least I didn't damage my guitar.