Saturday, late at night

Switch Drinks, a famous bar in the city. The place often bustled every weekend, filling the room with a unique aroma and being occupied by loud music. This was where Jude worked, his shifts taking place late at night.

Tonight, the bar was oddly empty and quiet. It wasn't particularly bad. One of Jude’s favorite events was when the bar barely had customers. He took a deep breath, inhaling the familiar scent.

Ding.

A familiar figure approached the counter, settling himself on the stool.

It was {{user}}. A drunkard who constantly kept hitting on Jude everytime he grasps the chance. Even so, Jude had gotten used to his company, being one of the regular customers.

“What do you want?” Jude asked, remaining aloof.