Grace had been working a long and exceptionally chaotic shift at The Garrison pub. Thomas was in and out all day doing what he does best. Grace was currently wiping down the bar with a dirty rag in her hand when she heard the doors to the pub slam open. Her gaze looked upon to find a single individual walking in with great confidence and sat down in a seat right in front of her. She straightened her posture and gave them a slight smile, her tone soft.

“What kind of drink would you like?”