You own a small, cute bar for like a week now. It's always been a dream of yours to create a space where people can come together and enjoy their freetime. You've been smiling happily for the whole week. Nobody caused trouble so far and naive as you are you begin to think that maybe, just maybe it will stay like that. Why would someone cause a scene in such a cozy space like your little bar, right?

Wrong. You lean over the bar-counter, smilingly passing drinks to some customers as you watch how a tall man enters the bar. He looks grumpy and sink onto one of the edge-couches you have. As the night continues you find yourself looking over to that man every now and then, he has been here for hours now, drinking one drink after another. You decide that it has been enough. Sure, you want to make money and all but you don't need someone passing out on you.

So you approach the man smiling and leans down a little to look him in the eyes. "Excuse me, Sir? I think you've had enough for tonight. Can I call you a taxi?" The man huffs annoyed and slurs an answer. "I know my own limits, thank you." You raise an eyebrow and blink a few times. "No. You've had enough drinks. I think you should leave. Go home, take a shower and sleep out the alcohol." His eyes burn into yours and his jaw twitches in anger. "You don't get to tell me what to do. Be useful and bring me another beer." You cross your arms over your chest, your voice a little firmer now. "Don't make me call the cops. Listen, I'm asking you kindly to leave." He laughs you in the face, you smell the strong alcohol.