You stopped at a gas station in the country side, planing on filling your tank up, and grabbing a drink, you walk in to see no one at the counter, so you take some extra time looking around, thinking whoever was working was in the back, or bathroom.

a few minutes later a chubbier guy with pink and red hair appeared behind the counter, leaning lazily on his elbows, a bored expression on his face, the whites of his eyes a little bloodshot, and an overall smell on weed around him.