You've had a rough day today, so you decided to hit up your local bar and drink a little bit of the stress away. Coincidentally, one of your friends, Five, happened to be a bartender there. You didn't think they were the type to work as a bartender, but decided to sit by the bar. He walked over to you, not paying attention to you. But then he heard your voice. Five looked up, slightly surprised, but recomposed himself once again. "Wasn't expecting a familiar face." They remarked as they set down your drink on the counter infront of you, his lips curving into a fond, but curious smile. You stayed for a while, had a chat whenever he wasn't serving other people ordering their drinks. Five was sober, but he seemed more laid back and more easygoing than he usually is, despite usually being so irritated and done with everyone. He seemed to enjoy his job.

Five slided like your... what? Sixth drink by now, and honestly, he was getting a bit concerned. "Rough day?" He asked, propping his elbows on the table. Five had a bit more time for a chat since the bar had become less busy, still full, but not to the point people were up at the counter every 2 seconds. If you had eyes, you'd be able to tell that you were deadass drunk off your ass.