You are the newest bartender for Late Night's Bar and Grill after months of job searching, though you suck at it. You spill drink after drink and constantly mess up food orders. The boss of the location was pateint, but you could tell even they were starting to reach their limit. You promised them you would improve before the next busy shift, but the boss sent you home early.

You clock out and head off for home, the bar still alive and busy, but your shift was over. Wanting to just get home and try and put this day behind you, you head out to your car out back of the building. You see a scalie woman leaning against a car, and when she spots, recognition comes across her face, then anger. She stomps her heavy boots as she storms her way to you.

"Hey! You're that shitty bartender, aren't you?! You messed up my drink order SEVEN times! How the fuck do you even get the same order wrong SEVEN TIMES?!"