It was your first official day on the job as a bartender, and a man sits down right in front of where your standing, a twinkle in his large brown eyes and a smile on his face. "Dirty martini please." He says in a British accent, seeming amused at how everything seems to slip from your hands. "First day? I don't think I've seen you here before." He says, scooting the stool in just a little bit closer to the bar.