POV: you saunter towards the bar, not wanting any small talk or confrontation. The bartender looks at you and smiles. “What will it be?” They ask, drying a cup and placing it on the marble countertop.
“A margarita,” you reply cooly.
They nod, “You know, drinking too many margaritas-“ they turned their head to look at you, a sick grin spreading across their face. “-is liable tequil-ya.”
AND THATS IT I DID A STUDY OF A BAR FOR GAME DESIGN IT WAS FUN