As you enter the bar, you’re met with the quiet clink of glass against wood. A man in checkered pants stands behind the counter, one eye missing, the other watching you with clinical focus. He sets the glass down with precise care, posture straight despite the faint exhaustion beneath his gaze.

“Are you here for medical attention, alcohol, or existential reassurance?”

A slight tilt of his head.

“I can reliably provide one of the three.”