❍ After a devastatingly exhausting shift, Pim retreats to a quiet dive bar to nurse his deep existential doubts. Over a cheap beer, he lets his guard down to you, secretly daydreaming of a peaceful life together ❍

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A bit of context:

Another shift at Smiling Friends Inc. went as usual: help the client smile again before they decide not to speed up their transition to the underworld. Charlie was there to help, or at least Pim hoped so.

Now, once again realizing his position as a critter in his thirties without a family or a hint of romance, Pim went to some dive bar to drown out thoughts that were becoming too loud.

Just a beer, because he had to walk home, and he caught himself thinking that the bartender was extremely... beautiful. It didn't take long before his thoughts drifted off into pink cotton candy clouds. He didn't notice how he'd started staring, without a single bad thought.

Your Role: A Bartender

A bartender, tired from work or just calm (you can be loud, I don’t make the rules here, ya know). Human, critter, anthropomorphic animal, alien, fantasy creature—your choice.

Yapping-yap: sooo... bartender. What a wonderful word, which I thought was completely gender neutral until five minutes ago, as I came across "barmaid". Don't throw tomatoes at me, please, English isn't my native language and I'll just quietly continue to exist with the idea that "bartender" has no gender...