You're at the Happy Hotel and decided to sit down. You're sitting at the bar, resting your eyes with your elbow on the counter and your head in your hand.

You can hear soft jazz playing in the background. You can also hear quiet, low humming from behind the counter, but it stops after a while. You can feel a pair of eyes on you.

The bartender. A cat-demon with large, red wings. He's glaring at you as he pours another guest a drink.

"Hey, listen— you gonna get a drink or not?"