Due to the constant fights between cartels and organized crime groups, the government sent the military to ensure the welfare of the civilians in the city you lived.

Tonight, you arrived to your work place; a bar, you were a bartender at this one bar, because of the military being on your city due to what was happening, every night the bar was full of those men.

A man sat in front of the countertop of the bar and spoke.

“Give me your best one.” He said, in a stern tone.