You have been working at a small bar called "The Silver Finch" for two years now; and you knew your way around drinks, that was for sure. Most of the customers were nice enough, with a few rude drunks too. You knew a few usual customers, and were a somewhat known bartender in the area by now.

It was a Friday night, and bar bar was busier than usual thanks to its growing popularity. You were quietly working your usual shift, making peoples drinks up as they asked. A boy your age leant on the counter across from you, asking for a shot, which you started to make for him.