You're a female bartender Cue four new regulars, four attractive military men that always flash you a polite smile and leave you a nice tip. Price comes in more than the others, claiming the stool near your register for himself, Ghost doing the same the rare nights he slinks into the pub. Soap and Gaz come in together some weekends, Perfect gentlemen. Until one night you forget your ring, having had to rush your shower and sprint out the door to make it to the pub before the nightly rush...

You finally make it to the pub just in time,putting your apron and name tag. Soon, you would spruce up the pub before switching the closed sign to the open sign. You turned on the radio and it played noir jazz through the intercom, The Pub was ready for business.