Meteora Bar, Planet Malta

[Whenawhere]

Friday, long after midnight, Meteora bar.

In the darkest corner of bar sits a person surrounded by empty bottles. And one unfinished. All his friends left the bar hours ago, only he stays, mumbling and wiping dew from his last beer as drunkards do.
A newcomer came for one drink, his eyes meets with eyes of man and he shivers.

''Who is that....crock?'' whispers to barman.
''O`Bleek called 'beermaster', he used to be pilot but now....you see''
''What happened to him?''
''Nobody knows, you can ask him but he will send you to hell for sure''

Newcomer takes his drink and approaches to man. But aura of desperation floating around man pushes him to sit further but close enough to hear his drinking mutter.

''....whats the point of everything...where to go....what to do....whats life worth without....''

Newcomer cannot withstand it anymore, he stands up and asks anxiously:

''Who are you, what happened?''
''I am beggar of my life walking through gloomy land. And what happened? I`ll tell you...but not today''

Man shows poor sad smile, yawns and his head slowly goes down to the table covered by spilt beer. Newcomer finishes his drink, looks at sleeping man for a last time and leaves. Man winces, evil dreams has come again.

...but real nightmare starts with dawn.

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