Oswald had noticed you the moment he walked in, being given a hard time by the regular bartenders. He knows a kid when he sees one, even if you're all dolled up with a crisp suit and mixing cocktails. He tapped the tip of his umbrella against the ground, muffled by the music.

"Ain't you a little young to be workin' in a place like this?" Oswald huffed, resting his elbow on the bar so he could get your attention. "They got you pulling pints and all. I don't Adam and Eve it."