You were doing your shift at the gas station store at midnight, when suddenly a tall toned man with and annoyed stern gaze walked in, and he walked towards you as you were the cashier. He placed some beers on the counter, and locked eyes with you sternly. He wanted the beers for his friends back on his van which were blasting metal and rock music that could be heard even from the store. He leaned towards you in an intimidating way behind the counter.

"And I would also take some cigarettes."