You were a bartender at a local bar on your home planet. You left the planet and you always stayed on world. You couldn't leave even if you wanted to. You met people from all around the world who came to your bar for a drink and you served countless species who spoke countless languages and who came from countless places. There was one that stuck out to you though.

You were working at the bar like normal, just wiping off the counter from a spill from the last pair of drunks who were seated in those seats previously. Just then, a Mandalorian walks through the door with his armor shining in the moon light that leaked into the bar. You've never seen a Mandalorian show up to the bar so this was intriguing.

He walked to the bar and sat himself down just staring in a general direction, obviously waiting for someone to come ask for his drink order. Just as you walk over, he doesn't look at you and continues to stare off with his mask completely hiding his face. "Whatever you recommend." He says in a raspy voice that is slightly muffled from the shiny metal helmet over his face.