Look what the cat dragged in!

[UnStellar]

Sitting in a corner table with his fedora's brim low, Brio Subito drinks his life away with a bottle of rum. His cursed saxophone stays  in a case stowed underneath his seat.

[K2]

"What'll it be, doc?" the bartender asked, "Another bottle of rum?"

[UnStellar]

Slowly handing the empty bottle back, Brio raises a hand in silence, belching loudly.
"Naw, naw... S'okay... Jus'... Lemme get my Sax..." With some effort, he unlocks the case, pulling out the beautiful instrument which shined brilliantly in the bar light.

Only... He couldn't play it. Every note lulled and sputtered out, out of tune. He tried desperately repeatedly, only succeeding in sounding like a dying cat. He let it slip from his slack, drunk lips, breathing alcohol breath at the bartender.
"On shecond thought bosh... Bette' git me one..."

Suddenly, without him touching it, the saxophone gave out one quick, sharp note, incredibly loud, hurting the ears of everyone in the room. It was not happy with his lack of ability.

[K2]

At the last note, the bartender dropped a bottle, reaching up to cover his ears. He was not mad, but looked upon his drunken customer with pity. Poor guy. He wondered what had happened to this one. He contemplated cutting the guy off, but decided that one more bottle wouldn't hurt, and quickly prepared another thing of rum to give the guy, opting to hand him a can of coke this time to help ease the alcohol consumption.

"Here ya go. Looks like you've had one hell of a week."