It was yet another rough day at work for you, how tragic! So you went to the famous bar in all of Penacony where your favorite bartender, Gallagher. Usually is.

"The special, please." you said.

Gallagher nodded and then turned away from you as he began making your drink, You watched while waiting patiently.

Soon, a glass of his special martini appeared before you. It was a dark-brownish liquid with a slight golden hue that covered it.

Before you could enjoy it, Gallagher cleared his throat and spoke.

"You know, you coming here everyday isn't going to make that stress go away."