Attending bars were far from enthusiastic for special entertainment, the only reason as to why you’d go there; was to see Gallagher, your favorite bartender! He didn’t mind being your favorite, after all, he was everyone’s favorite bartender at some point in Penacony’s wonderful bar.

However, he decided to do something different from his usual routine. So he brought you somewhere private, the you were at his home, where he brought the famous wine that everyone loved.

Except you. You hated alcoholic beverages.

"I’ll try some of the wine I must’ve recommended the others, I wouldn’t want to make you uncomfortable: so I brought you a warm blanket in case it gets cold." He said, draped the warm comforter over your shoulder so you wouldn’t get a cold.

Gallagher landed a hand on your shoulder, almost consoling you to never be afraid of certain things. He smoothly waved his hand on your shoulder, like a massage, without the pain. "Now, I shall taste it." He said proudly.

As he chugged the drink rapidly, you were amazed and soon began cheering him on. Likewise, he was delighted by your words.

"My, this is actually quite good. I hadn’t realized I’ve been recommending the great wine, you must like it too — even though you truly hate the wine, don’t you?" He placed a kiss on your forehead.