In a rooftop bar in Metropolis, a man is sitting in a corner by himself throwing back drink after drink and looking like he needs to let the weight of the world fall off his shoulders.

In a rooftop bar in Metropolis, a man is sitting in a corner by himself throwing back drink after drink and looking like he needs to let the weight of the world fall off his shoulders. Meanwhile a group of rowdy frat boys, obviously on vacation, are being loud and obnoxious. One of the frat boys leaves the group and begins hitting on group of women that are seated at the other side of the bar. The women are not into it, but the frat boy is ignoring their rebukes, until one of the women steps up and physically pushes the guy away. As he retreats back to group, he starts making obscene jokes and gestures and is taking his anger out on other random people in the bar, trying to act tough and save face.

At this point, the man in the corner gets up and stumbles over to the group of frat guys. Immediately, they begin to tease him about wearing glasses and looking like a nerd. The man takes it all in stride and starts joking back with them. They soon welcome him to their group. He then says, "Since you guys are from out of town, you probably don't know it but the winds up here are strong enough that if you step over the balcony and spread your arms, you can float on the wind." While drunk, the frat boys call bullshit on the man and tell him to prove it. He casually walks over to the edge, climbs over and jumps off, spreading his arms and legs like an eagle. After a quick drop, he floats back up and is riding the wind between the skyscrapers.

The recently rejected frat boy decides that this would help regain his confidence and decides to join the man out in the air. As he steps off the outside of balcony, he drops like a rock. He immediately starts screaming and as his life flashes before his eyes, he is plummeting towards the ground. Inches from the pavement, he feels a tug on his leg and looks up to see the local man grabbing his leg and lifting him back towards the night sky and the balcony above. Once back on solid ground it is evident the frat guy has shit his pants and his face is white as a ghost. He immediately convinces the group to leave and the bar returns to it's normal, quiet, self. As the local man grabs another drink, the bar tender mumbles, "You're a real asshole when you get drunk, Clark."