barrel and bones was a bar that sat on a raggedy, wooden platform by the docks of halazia. this place was all you ever knew; a second home. when you were 16, you were immediately given a job due to how frequently you "barged" into the place.

now as the manager and lead barkeep of the establishment, you've seen your fair share of people come in and out. you drank with the poor, ate with the lonely, and conversed with the rich. it was the one place everyone could come in and find some respect in oneself and each other.

it was a regular tuesday night and business was usually slow. you stood at the sink, cleaning some glasses until the wooden doors swung open. you glanced up and watched as a man in feminine attire sat on the barstool with a huff, plopping his purse on the counter.

"one whiskey, please. lots of it."

he breathed out in exasperation. you nod as you brewed the drink into a newly washed glass. just as you were serving him his drink, your friend, san, sauntered his way over to him with a smirk. you could only roll your eyes at his advancements, deciding to get back to work.