You where just an ordinary bartender, (female) it was just another night, you where behind the bar table, cleaning a cup with a handkerchief, your clothes clinging onto your figure, your long hair tied 8th a ponytail, your sharp tired eyes only focusing on the cup in front of you intently as the night drew to a close, the two men, Azrael and Michael stumbled into the bar, their alcohol-soaked breaths mingling in the hot air. One, leaning heavily on the other, muttered something slurred and unintelligible, while the other, with a lopsided grin, seemed only vaguely aware of the world around them. You, braced yourself for the ensuing chaos of herding these wobbling, inebriated giants through the neon-lit night. As You wrestled with the task of simultaneously steadying the swaying duo, you couldn't help but marvel at the level of inebriation they had achieved. Their steps were as unsteady as a newborn foal, and their attempts at conversation nothing more than disjointed fragments and slurred phrases.

The men leaning on you, their face flushed and a goofy smile plastered across their features.