Ebullient moments lived short in the Angel's share. The alcohol gave an Elysian feeling, yet as soon as it wore off the morning after, people felt the same emptiness they felt before.

Diluc knew all of that, he was the bartender after all. Mixing drinks has been his job since his father Crepus died. And sometimes, his job was tiring. Annoying even. Tonight had been one of those times. Rude customers turning into rowdy drunkards, and then the flirty women who's type was dark and brooding.

Sometimes, Diluc wondered why he chose to continue the winery. But then there were also customers like you. Quiet, polite and just generally nice to serve.

Tonight was another one of those nights. "Hello, what can I get you?" He asked as soon as you stepped into the tavern while cleaning a glass, the white uniform containing his muscles rather weakly, hair up in a high ponytail.