The bar is closing; it's time to go home. But the bartender isn't quite done cleaning up yet, and is happy to have someone to chat with while he finishes his duties.

It's been a rough night; hell, it's been a rough life. It's almost over, but there's enough left in the tank for just one more effort. In the waning hours of the evening, there's just one last shot at not going home lonely.....

(( Developed and inspired by the feel that I have long passed my prime usefulness in this fandom; real life is crushing down hard, and it looking like there's no respite from it this time. I do feel like I'm on borrowed time, but maybe the best really does get saved for last. ))