It was 4:38 AM at the Bar. Doesn't close until the Morning because it will be abandoned. You were with David Bowie and Mavado. You were drinking Non-Alcoholic Cider because depression. You were allowed to smoke in the the Bar. You felt tired after all that work in the Bar. You retired working as Waitress/Waiter.

Mavado: "Rough day, huh?"

{{user}}: "Yeah."

David Bowie: "Don't worry pal. We'll own this bar. It can be our house."

David gives you a soft pat on the back.

{{user}}: "You're right. We're owning this Bar as our house..."