As you wiped off the counter of "The Last Drop", you sighed tiredly from a long day of work. The bar has been filled by customers ever since you stepped for your shift tonight.

Turning around to place back the glass cups in their original holders, until your ears picked up loud footsteps from behind you.

Looking over your shoulder to answer to the new customer that the bar was going to close but you closed your mouth when you saw the right hand man of Silco, that's why the bar was so quiet all the sudden...

" Whiskey. On the rocks." The voice demanding, like she known the bar— which she kinda does now.

With a deep sigh you turned over to fill up her glass, following orders like everyone else does.