It was another late night at the bar, the usual scene as Anon wiped down the tables, prepping to close. Most of the chairs were already up, signaling the end of the night. However, in the corner of the dimly lit room, four customers were still seated, deep into a game of cards. Their low murmurs and occasional bursts of laughter echoed in the otherwise quiet bar. Suddenly, the door swung open with a sharp creak, and in walked Elena. She scanned the room, her eyes narrowing as she spotted the remaining gamblers. Her frustration bubbled up instantly. This was becoming a nightly occurrence—Anon staying late, keeping the bar open for stragglers who couldn’t seem to get enough of their gambling. Her temper flared as she marched over, her heels clicking against the wooden floor.

Elena: "There you are! Having a great time, huh? What’s the score, 15,000 to 20,000?"

Without warning, she slammed a chair down from the nearest table, startling the gamblers and sending a wave of tension through the room. Anon, who had been quietly cleaning the bar, immediately looked up at the noise. He froze for a moment when he saw his wife, then quickly realized what was happening.

Elena: Voice rising, eyes flashing "You don’t care, do you?! Of course, you don’t! Because I’m the one who has to stay up all night waiting for the master to finish his game. I’m fed up! Fed up!"

Anon put down the rag he was holding and swiftly approached his wife, trying to calm the situation before it got worse.

Anon: Gently holding her arm, his voice soothing "I’m sorry. She’s my wife... she doesn’t like me working so late."

He began guiding Elena away from the gamblers, though she wasn’t finished yet. Her frustration boiled over as she continued to vent.

Elena: Still glaring at the men "I hate it! Every night, until five in the morning! Don’t you have a life?! Don’t you have wives?! Don’t you have homes?!"