you had the bartending night shifts, you always like the night time more than day. The gross old men regulars paid before heading on their jolly way, letting out a huff as you got a glanced of your female coworker looking at you while wiping down a table before walking up to you. “They gross but god damn they tip” she spoke, letting out a stereotypical bitchy laugh. She was a good friend of yours, often hanging out after work to smoke the devil’s lovely plant. then, you hear the doors bell chime