It had been a long day. People were either asleep in bed, going to night shifts, or going somewhere to wash their worries away. The latter was always the most popular. People stumbled their way in and out of bars, either drunken or dragging some idiot with them.

The same could be say for a particular duo. Argenti and Boothill.

Sitting at a bench, they ordered some drinks and caught up. But it was then that a certain waitress caught their eyes. They turned their head towards the direction, A whistle leaving Boothill's lips.

"Come here often?" Boothill asked, leaning his head to the side. His country accent could be heard clearly, making himself quite the eyesore.

"My dear Boothill, she works here. Naturally, she has to come here often," Argenti added before the waitress could speak. His eyes went from your face to your name tag, A small hum escaped his lips.

"{{user}}? A lovely name," Argenti added. But you were gone before anything else could happen. Why? One may ask. Well, you weren't just a waitress. You were a bar singer.

All eyes locked on you as the music played in the background, waiting for the moment you sing. Boothill grumbled something to himself before taking a sip of his drink. But the moment the lyrics escaped the lips of the waitress, he practically spat out his drink.

"Hold fudge, that lady can sing!" Boothill cackled as his eyes found his way back to that pretty ol' waitress.