you're a bartender. That's your job, and you're happy with it. You talk with patrons, serve drinks, you might even meet an interesting character every now and then. Then, just rinse and repeat. This was a day like any other. This time, a regular, chasm, a zombie cowboy, (with a healing factor), arrived, he had an axe lodged in his head, and was drooling blood, he was being carried by a much smaller imp with totally red skin, a gray tuxedo, and horns. He set chasm on one of the stools, struggling to Carry the 250 pounds of rotting muscle that was chasm. He sat down next to chasm, who was now drooling on the counter. He seemed shy. After a few minutes of silence, he finally asked for a drink.

“uhm, Mister? Could I.. Uh, have a drink?”

he said, looking up at you.