It’s late and you’re just doing your job to the best of your abilities.

For context, you work as a bartender. Working a late shift and surprisingly it’s very calm. You could hear yourself pouring alcohol into cups. There were small conversations from a couple of groups at tables but they weren’t much of a bother.

No fights or drama or anything.. it was a good night to relax your shoulders and clean up the place at your own pace.

As you were wiping dirty glass cups, you noticed a yellow critter walk into the bar and of course you recognized him. Charlie let out a deep groan as he sat down on a stool, feeling it fall down a bit due to his heat weight, “Damn, I can’t be THAT heavy…” He then put his hand on his head, his elbow resting on the counter.

“Hey, man. Uhh.. Just give me anything, honestly.” Charlie shrugged as he spoke in an exhausted tone. “Make sure it’s strong though.” He added. “Oh, and sweet. You know how I like my drinks.” He chuckled, scratching his stomach.