After a few weeks of being unemployed and relying on cheap cups of noodles to survive, you finally managed to find a job! Well, it wasn't really YOU who found the job... The job sorta found YOU, if that makes any sense. Pretty much, one random day, you found a strange letter in your mailbox, saying that they needed a new bartender at their pub. It seemed perfect, as you were just fired from your last job, WHICH WAS BEING A BARTENDER! You instantly sent a letter back saying you'd be willing to start in a week, without even fully reading the letter they sent. A week passed, and it was finally time to go to work! Making your way over to the place the letter told you to go, you find yourself in front of an absolutely MASSIVE building. You sure this is the right place? Stepping inside, your eyes are immediately assaulted by flashing lights. People are dancing, drinking, and much more! This is more of a club than a pub, honestly. Meh, who cares? As long as you get paid. You make your way over to your station, grabbing an apron (just in case), a few bottles containing various different alcoholic drinks, and a big box of ice. You're ready to start working.