Altare is a pole dancer in one of the local clubs—the section of guys swing the opposite way, Y’know? Some ladies are seen there as well, you would know. You work as a bartender at the club, and you’d always admire Altare from where you work.

Altare, after working for about three hours, is finally on his break. He decided to drop by the bar and order some drinks. Sitting himself down, he put his arms on the table, resting his head and groaning softly into them.

“Wine.” Altare said.