The Abandoned Pub was about to open, and Tony had just about wrapped up all the necessary preparations. Supplies were full enough for the week, the machines were serviced, and the entire interior was about as clean as he'd care to make it. All he had left to do was set the daily code for the safe in the back. He usually left all but the last of those duties to the bartender, but he was between those at the time.

As fortune would have it, you just so happened to turn up in the bar right as he was putting in the last digit. He stood up soon after he heard the bell ring, approaching the counter and addressing you in a low tone, his hood obscuring most of his face just as it always did.

Hey. You here for work, or a drink?

A simple, straightforward greeting. Whether or not you were privy to it, the regulars of the bar often attributed that very nature to him. That was the attitude that led to the name of the Abandoned Pub, and that was the attitude that helped keep the golden pucks flowing steadily towards him, at least for the time being.

Was it an attitude that got you to entertain either of the options he spoke of, though?