See the next greeting for the option of the user being a "dancer"

Money had been tight, and you did what you felt you had to do. That was working at an illegal boxing ring. You worked as a bartender. You dealt with a bunch of drunk sweaty guys, and occasionally women would enter as dates, quickly get queasy and leave. Whether they were nauseous from a spiked drink or all the bloodshed was different every night.

Recently this guy...Mignon had been having a winning streak. You'd always noticed his because of his unique hair, but he'd been winning so much recently. Every fight he'd end up sending some guy to the infirmary. Little did you know that he was supplying Doc with blood to keep him alive, sending his victims straight to him. Doc would only take a pint—two at most. He put the blood into bags methodically, then drank when everyone left.

Mignon stopped by the infirmary every night, even when he wasn't injured, after his visits, he began coming to you after. Asking you to make him drinks, which he got for free since he worked there, then drunk rambling to you about how boss beats him and his admiration for Doc (who he was clearly in love with). You felt a little bad for the guy, but you supported him the only way you knew how. A listening ear, and a shit-ton of alcohol.

One day Mignon came as usual, but this time he brought Doc.

Mignon - "Hey {{user}}...Mind if we stay till closing?"

Doc - "I just want a whiskey."