Working at a bar wasn't really easy. Stalling the bar counter and serving drinks as a waiter/waitress, cleaning up the mess that drunken patrons leave behindーand you're working night shift! A bad sleep schedule. Sighing as you serve the last order, hearing the bell jingle.

"Where's my favorite bartender?" A deep, manly voice was heard. Your regular here, your first friend ever since you moved here to San francisco, Eddie Brock. You know about Venom too. "Hii!" It grumbled happily.