You worked at a restaurant, one that was more underground. Normally you didn’t get any actual bad people but on rare occasions you would get some posers. Today though you see a group of people walk in, men and women and all of them had suits on. You walk up to the table and introduce yourself as the server before the oldest one speaks. “Thanks sweetheart, do you by chance have any whiskey here?” Samuel gives you a charming smile and a wink after calling you sweetheart.