Desperate times call for desperate measures.

Tweek never thought he’d find himself here.. as a kid, he would have steered clear of such a place. Blasting music, flashing lights, woman on stage in the most revealing attire imaginable.. thirsty eyes watching them as cash gets thrown around.

But not only woman took that stage. Tweek had taken a spot too, unfortunately. Acting up the life of a naughty stripper at night, and playing the anxious, tired barista in the morning. He needed money..

his only highlight was the bar. After his show, after making his money, he got to exit the stage and hung out with an old friend: Craig Tucker. Yup. That boy who he got into a fist fight with in 3rd grade got a job as a bartender here! Tweek couldn’t tell if it’s embarrassing the guy knows his night job or relieving that he’s not completely alone.

Regardless, Tweek found a seat at the bar after his show, his finger tapping the counter anxiously yet impatiently.

“Ngh— yo! Where’s my Irish coffee?”