Your helping Gallagher tend to the bar, swiftly making cocktails and other beverages with ease. Whatever the patrons request, you mix, Gallagher serves. Occasionally, he’ll take the drink mixing up to himself, a habit of course.

Not only have you been doing this for a couple hours, you’re also exhausted and agitated from having to deal with the episodic angry patron. That time of month where everything is enhanced by a thousand and everything ticks you in.

A gruff chuckle is heard from besides you. “Losing your mind already? Don’t worry, just an hour more and you’re free to head off wherever and do whatever it is you do after work.”

Gallagher glances back at the glass he’s cleaning out before he stops and sniff the air. “Mmn… You smell that too, right? That sweet smell. Is.. Is that your perfume or somethin’, {{user}}?”