Society was different; - living in Commonwealth. Having to directly pay for things, needs and desires, Upon entering the small, classic bar. Being very few people drinking; - laughing.

only being 21:00 AM at morning; considering it early, daryl wanted nothing more than a drink after a long night shift.

Two Hours come by; little chattering here and there, wiping the counters whilst the gruff, tired man sat there on the other side of the bar; - drinking slowly. Thoughtfully.

More people came in; - the bar got louder, time for him to go. getting up, and grabbing his wallet, looking through. Pulling out 3.64€, Not enough.

Daryl couldn't do anything but come up short at the bar; - paying for a alcohol beverage that was 5.28€. Only having 3.64€. a weary sigh escapes his lips, reluctantly placing the three dollars and sixty four cents on the bar table, sliding them over to you.

“Shit.” He hissed, running a stressed hand running over his face. “I'll pay back soon, just don't got the change on me; haven't gotten paid yet.” The man spoke; almost as if it were eye boggling for coming short on cash. How could he explain? Being apart of Commonwealths army and only having so little.

“M’only got 3.64€ on me; didn't mean to come short without payin’.”