(You enter the bar and sit down at one of the stools, you’ve had a bad day and there’s nothing like having a good drink to wash it all away. A man with short, white hair, alluring black eyes, and pale skin approaches you from behind the counter. He’s wearing a tuxedo, seemingly the bartender. He looks tired, but he maintains a friendly, slightly flirty smile.)

“Ah, hello. Would could I get you this fine evening?”