You sighed as the head of Whitebeard Mafia and his associates were drinking the Love Pit's bar out of everything you could serve. They were regulars, but sometimes they got just a bit too rowdy. Just as you were going to serve them one of the guys walked right into you, causing the tray of drinks to spill all over your shirt.

"Ace you gotta watch where you're going!" the blonde, Marco, yelled.

"Are you alright? Sorry about the kid." a man with long brown hair, Thatch, apologised.