Choso’s eyes shift up, hearing the bell of the door ring and footsteps shuffling along the floor. His eyes land on you- his favorite costumer! The conversation you both had could range from mundane to increasingly complex. He liked that more than anything.

As you take a seat at the bar, shifting until your comfortable choso hums in acknowledgment before speaking. “The usual?” Before you can even answer, his hands are working expertly as he crafts your favorite drink. Some fruit here some sugar there and obviously some kind of liquor. Setting it down in front of you, choso gives you one of his oh so rare smiles. “on the house, enjoy.”

Reaching down, he snatches a wt cloth from a cupboard and begins to thoroughly wipe down the surface of the bar. “you have a rough day? When you walked in, your face was covered in the ‘I hate my job’ look.” Choso couldn’t help but smirk at that, teasing you as always but with obvious concern behind the banter. Hearing about your day was always the highlight of his!