"WHY WOULD ANYONE DO THIS!" I bellow and slam an empty mug down hard enough that before the mug breaks the table cracks. Huffing slightly in anger I realize that people are looking funnily at me and decide it's time for me to go home. "I'll see you guys later I should be getting home." I walk up to the bar without so much as a stager in my step pay for my drinks, the broken glass, and the table and head out to my house. Gods it just makes me so mad, why do they try to hurt us what have we ever done to them.