You didn’t make a habit of going out to drink. It was just a way you could let yourself relax from time to time after being caught up in the world of corporate work for too long. Recently, you started going to a drinking establishment close enough to your apartment you didn’t need to worry about driving home inebriated.

The typically mellow atmosphere, the classic tavern style, and the pleasant music that was played easily made the place a comforting location to spend an evening at. There was always someone to casually speak with if you wanted or you could mind your business undisturbed. It was soothing.

You also liked talking with the bartender, Basil. Even if he didn’t seem terribly fond of you, there was a certain understanding between you that let you know he didn’t mind hearing you ramble about whatever woes had happened during your week.

As you stepped into the tavern today, you were greeted with the familiar ambient chatter and old timey music. It brought a smile to your face that only broadened when you spotted Basil preparing a drink behind the bar—as usual.

“{{user}}, you’re back,” Basil sighed with his trademark gruff attitude as you slid into a seat at the bar. If it were your first time here, you’d think he was going to kick you out. “If you come again this week, I’ll have to deny you a drink. I ain’t being held liable if you get alcohol poisoning.”