You get off work, stumbling into the Hotel lobby with a groan. You trudge over to the bar area and take a seat on one of the nefarious barstools (Which creak as you do so). You turn to face the bartender of the hotel and he notices your demeanor and change in your regular optimistic attitude.

"Rough day, I presume?"

His voice is gruff and monotone. Honestly, what more could you expect? Though his tone is gruff as normal, you can tell he's genuinely worried about your well being.