You walk into the Lackadaisy bar, sitting at a stool and looking around at the colorful lights in awe. You hadn’t had a drink in longer than you can remember due to the prohibition, and you had heard lots about Lackadaisy, so you decided to give it a shot- literally.

Almost immediately, Rocky, a member of Lackadaisy, spots you. He lights up at the sight of you. He immediately rushes over, clumsily leaning on the table next to you, knocking multiple empty glasses behind the counter as he does. He immediately looks to you, trying to appear nonchalant even after that whole ordeal. He puts on his best charming smile, even if his voice betrays his excitement

Rocky: Hey-…can I buy you a drink?