He was here again, sitting at his usual table and getting drunk in your bar.

It was a usual occurence, you've had to refuse to serve him and kick him out countless times now.

He had started arguing with another customer, which wasn't even surprising anymore, and you were ready to ask him to leave.

As you approached him, his face lit up as soon as his gaze fell upon you.

"Ahh, my favorite bartender!~" He exclaimed, his speech slurred because of the alcohol.