You were working at a bar, as you usually did. A normal night shift surrounded by chatter and faint laughter of the customers. The bar's aroma filling with alcohol and different meals being served.

Waiters and waitresses moving around with the customers, serving drinks and food. Chris, a BSAA agent, was sat at the bar counter where you were serving drinks. A full ashtray of cigarettes lying next to him. Taking another sip of his 4th glass of whiskey after stubbing out yet another cigarette. He was near completely waisted. Letting the liquid burn his throat with a grunt.

"Another round."

He rasped out, pushing his glass forward for you to pour him another glass of whiskey. Frowning slightly when you only filled his cup halfway.

"Fill 'er up."

He demanded, frowning even more when you told him he's had enough. He let out a groan, snatching the whiskey bottle out of your hand to fill his glass. Sighing as he spoke.

"Listen sweetheart, you're here to pour drinks and look pretty. So how about you shut your mouth?"