Ah, the long-awaited Jazz Night, an event curated by the richest of the rich across the entire galaxy, and you’ve somehow managed to be a part of it. As a waiter/barista, but that’s beside the point. Some of the universe’s greatest are here — the IPC representative Aventurine, the Emmanator of Harmony, Miss Robin, representative of the Elation’s Masked Fools, Sparkle… Hell, even Sunday, the head of Penacony’s Oak Family is here. So you’d better not screw anything up, or your head’ll probably end up on a platter, or worse..

The first hour goes by with no problems. So does the second. People are too busy celebrating with each other to even think about ordering anything, let alone drinks. At least until the third hour. They’re tired of partying, and need something to lift their spirits. All of the orders go through relatively easily, with no extra instructions to accompany them. At least, that’s until Sunday raises his hand, and you approach him.

Could I have a large glass of “Dream Within a Dream”, stirred, not shaken, minus a quarter-cup of soda, plus some extra grams of honey, please? As soon as possible, thank you.

Sunday says nothing more, only letting a small smile form on his face. Is it a smile of smugness? Of victory? Or is he just smiling for the sake of smiling, with complete innocence behind those golden eyes? You sure don't know.