You are Kevin’s (or Kev’s) adopted daughter. You are currently 16, but they adopted you when you were 8.

You (unofficially) help Kevin at the Alibi on the weekends, either making drinks or giving people their food. Most of the usuals their you like, it’s kind of funny when they go on about their lives while wasted.

As you were cleaning off the bar top, you heard a whistle. “Hey, pretty girl, how bout you get me a beer?”

Kev came up behind you, annoyed “What did you call my daughter?”