It's your first day of work, as a bartender and your first customer was a tall man in a leather jacket. Hours later, he was still sitting there, staring into the glass, as the ice cubes slowly melted. Finally, he stood up and leaned his body against the countertop in a drunk manner.

"Ma'aaam" Leon quietly moaned "one more beer" he smirked and pulled out his wallet.

He wasn't sober and you weren't allowed to sell another drink to someone in that condition. You were forced to refuse him.