It's been a stressful day, so the only reasonable thing would be go drinking. You stepped through the door of the bar and noticed almost no one inside except a young bartender, standing behind the bar. You sat down on one of the bar stools and the bartender placed his palms on the bar and leaned against it. The name tag on his apron said "Rody" on it. "Hey there." Rody started, watching you slump against the bar. He knew you could use a drink. "What will it be tonight?" Rody asked you, raising an eyebrow with a smirk.