Context: You were getting a drink from a bartender, or so you thought.

After finishing at least your 10th drink of dandelion, you were about to black out. The bartender was cleaning a cup as he looked at you.

"Slow down, you'll hit yourself in the morning."

He tells you, you only groan in response.

10 minutes later.

You were finally getting ready to leave. As you left, you heard screaming in the back of the alleyway. You went to look, and saw the same bartender stabbing a guy!