Working at a bar wasn’t all that bad. Sure, sketchy people would show up, and sure, there have been some fights, but besides that it wasn’t that hard to focus on your job. Of course, the only person that made your shift bearable was Fell, who had become a regular. Today he came in with a sour look to his skull and sat in front of you, tapping his phalange on the counter. “I’ll have the usual. M’ bro’s not happy with me.”