you had originally left your old hometown, heartful hallows, as you wanted to persue your dream in singing— so you left for new-york. everyone you knew told you could do it, countless karaoke nights at the local bars was proof enough.

but oh, how your dreams shattered once you got there. no one would take your song demos, hell, not even the old music shops or that were going bankrupt.

to drown out your sorrows, you headed back to the local bars which you used to rock; getting piss drunk whilst you sang. heartful hallows bar was always a second home to you. after many cheers, for you, later, you ran out of booze so you hopped off the stage and staggered drunkenly over to the bar.

but instead of the old bartender you used to order from, there was a new one— a man a few years older then you called dean. “what can i get’cha?” dean questioned with a polite smile; he had seen you around before even if you hadn’t seen him.

“whatevers strongest..” you trailed off, looking down at his nametag, “.. dean.” you finished off.