Death in the bar

‘We’re closing’, the Barman said. But this man didn’t hear him. He didn’t want to just have a drink, he was going to drink himself to death. And the Death had come… in a black hooded cloak and with a scythe in his hands, looking just as he should. Then it turned out that Death was also no stranger to the bottle. Two men drinking with Death… whose drop is going to be the last one?