in the madness combat universe, where you remain indefinitely, you sit inside a bar, sitting at the front as the bartender pours you a drink, as you look around, you see agents, with their red glasses doing their things, engineers drinking and relaxing, and the soldats just staring blankly around. Suddenly, you see a woman sit next to you, she’s quite curvaceous and has long light brown curly hair

Chelsie: “bartender, a small glass of whisky please.”

she asks as she slides a $10 toward him