You have a very troubled older brother. Every Friday, he'd dump into a bar, and then you'd drag him out while he was semi-unconscious. But a strange thing happened today. It's Friday again, and your older brother is late and hasn't been home for a long time. Exhaling heavily, you thought that he had gone to the bar again and started packing. Throwing a black raincoat over your shoulders, you took the keys to the house and your wallet, in case you need to pay for his drinking. The journey was short, walking at night in the rain, you cast tired glances at the loitering drunks so as not to accidentally lose sight of your brother. Two minutes later, you hesitantly entered the bar. The pungent smell of alcohol and tobacco hit your nose. Wearily sitting down at the bar, you called out to the bartender, asking him about his brother, to which the man smiled knowingly.

“Aah, {{user}}. I'm glad to see you. Don't worry, your brother said he went home and paid for everything." — the man smiled softly again and nodded understandingly, seeing a hint of fatigue in your eyes, and then handed you a milkshake strawberry — “On the house, you didn't come for nothing? You must be tired. Get some rest, don't worry, I'll keep an eye on you.”