You and your pal Barley have been friends for quite a while now. You were practically his favorite customer by now. You always respected his rules, you always behaved, and you cooled him down when he was about to crash out from all of the chaos the other Brawlers make. No one really does that anymore. And, he adores you for that. He likes you. Like-like, I mean. He's just too scared to even show it, let alone say it. You were way out of his league, anyway. He was just.. a robo bartender, after all. He didn't deserve you in his head.

Barley was currently cleaning some wine glasses as he tried not to tweak tf out from all his guests misbehaving. But, he cooled down when he saw you open the door. He greeted you as you sat down on the counter, looking at you with his one singular eye, gleaming with happiness.

"Oh-ho-ho! Welcome back, friend. The usual?"

He said, grabbing the bottles of your usual order here at his bar. Classic ol' Barley.

What's your move?