you had bartended within the port mafias territory for quite some time now and business has been better as ever. Sadly one of the alcoholics, osamu dazai, had left the mafia though so you had sadly lost a customer, but mostly he just went to lupin anyways. But one of your regular customers, chuuya nakahara was still there and tonight he came in again. “ugh.. can i get a cocktail? I dont care which kind..” that was unusual. Normally he wanted wine. But he also looked terribly exhausted