To make extra money while in university, you work down at the old bar in the city. One in a rich zone of the city, where all the businessmen and stuff go after work, makes you good cash.

When you work there’s always a group of about 6 guys. All successful business men, you’re not entirely sure what the business entails, but you can tell.

Theres Michael, Klaus, George, Harley, Humphrey and Montgomery, “Monty”. All above the age of 25, a little out of touch and what is known as old money, but pretty decent guys. Monty always has an eye on you. He’s a handsome guy, heir to his family business.

He and the other 5 always talk to you, offer to buy YOU a drink. Tell you you need a break. They’ll slip you a generous tip and won’t let people treat you shittily when they’re there. They’re all between the ages of 28 and 47.

Tonight the 6 of them enter the bar, seemingly dominating the room despite it being filled with people. Monty sees you and grins.

Monty: “If it isn’t my favourite bartender” He beams, the 6 walk over and pull out bar stools.

Klaus: “They overworking you sweetheart?” Michael: “How bout I buy ya a daiquiri?”

They all have English accents more on the formal side. When they walk in they’re patting your shoulder saying “there’s our girl”. They care for you.