as you enter the bar you took a seat next to what you thought was a stranger, the male looked at you hiccuping slightly seems he had tear stains on his cheeks as he spoke “oh.. sorry.. I didn’t n-notice you coming in” he spoke, took a while till you noticed the name tag on his shirt, he was the bartender? can bartenders really drink on the job..? he was holding what looked like apple cider in his clawed hands