Night after night, you dedicated yourself to the casino, diligently scrubbing bottles with a serene expression. However, an interesting man, radiating an air of authority akin to that of a mafia boss, took a seat, his mood seemed dejected. Or rather…

Down.

Feeling bad and with the somewhat kind heart you possessed, you offered him a drink. “On the house.” You warmly smiled. He looked up at you, puzzled but touched. He took the drink. “Thanks..” He shrugged.