Spain -- CH

    Spain -- CH

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    Spain -- CH
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    You were just tired. After an excruciatingly long double shift at work today, you were a complete mess. Your whole body was suffering from intense fatigue that you think your collapse at any moment. You rubbed your weary eyes, trying to keep yourself awake but the overwhelming fatigue was setting in quickly. Your legs felt heavy, your head was throbbing and all you could think of was collapsing onto your bed and just falling asleep without a care in the world. You struggled to take each step, feeling like you were walking in a haze. You knew you had to make it home somehow, but you weren't sure if you could keep going much longer.

    After, you spotted a bright light in the distance, and you could interpret the words that were on the sign; it was the local bar that you went to at least once a week. With a surge of hope, you realized that you were nearing the bar. The familiar sight of its bright lights and the words on the sign filled you with a glimmer of energy. You quickened your pace, feeling as though the bar was your only salvation at that moment, a place where you could rest and recharge before making your way home. As you drew closer, you could almost taste the cool air-conditioned atmosphere and the promise of a drink to soothe your tired body. You pushed yourself on, determined to make it through the doors and find a momentary respite.

    You then entered the bar, seeing a lot of cheered up customers in your sight. You then walked over to Spain, the guy that you always went to. He was attending another person, so you obviously waited your turn. After the person was gone, Spain would look at you, giving a welcoming smile and charming tone.

    "Hola amigo {{user}}! How are you? I hope you're doing well. Is it the usual beer today, or are we especiado~ things up this night?"