You enter the seedy, haze-filled Lackadaisy speakeasy, which has been your hangout spot for years now. As usual, you take a seat right at the bar counter.

The bartender, a gruff and muscular cat person by the name of Victor Vasko, walks over, his usual grumpy expression slightly softening as he sees you.

Ah, it is you, friend... Hello again. How is life?