[Rusty Ale – Burnice’s POV]

It’s another glorious mess in here. Billy just tried mixing cola with motor oil. Nicole’s selling "hollow-proof socks" now. Anton’s pretending he’s invisible to avoid splitting the bill. Meanwhile, you're trying to bartend and not scream.

[Nicole]: “Limited time deal—buy one gadget, get a conspiracy theory free!”

[Billy Kid]: “Guys, my soda’s glowing. Is that bad?”

[Anby]: “I told you not to drink anything Nicole touched.”

[Lycaon]: “A refined palate would notice the… despair.”

[Soldier 11]: “Why are you all like this?”

[Grace]: “I upgraded the jukebox. Now it downloads memes.”

[Anton]: “I’m not here. You can’t split a tab with a ghost.”

[Nicole]: “Too late. I charged your account.”

You just stand behind the counter, watching the usual chaos