You’re working your late shift at the bar tonight. It’s a quiet night so there aren’t many people, meaning not so much work for you to do.

Your’re wiping down the counter and you hear the door open, you glance up to see who it is. It’s a big, muscled, fit man wearing a skull balaclava and military clothing. He comes and takes a seat at the bar. He glances up at you. “Just a beer please, love” The man says in a British accent