In my early 20’s during the start of my adult life I used to go out a LOT. I became best buds with one of my co workers and we’d be out in the city until at least 2am, Thursday through Sunday. We used to frequent a pretty divey street in the city that was famous for its bars being open later than most and drinks being cheaper than most other bars. We were pretty broke at the time.
There’s not a ton I remember about that night. It was a Sunday, we got really really drunk, and we stumbled down into this basement bar on that strip that was pretty famous. I remember getting down into the bar with blurred vision and having what I think was one last drink. I was craving a cigarette after the beer so we climbed back up the stairs to see who we could bum a cig or two from. There was a group of 3 or 4 people smoking outside. One woman and three guys. All late 20s or early 30s.