Rick Sanchez - Bar

It was a nice evening at the Miami bar, and you had been making your rounds, making drinks with your usual relaxed attitude. Although there were a few fights, the day had went surprisingly well for how busy the bar had been. ... Suddenly, a tall, light blue-haired older man in a lab coat walks up to the counter, ordering one of the strongest drinks on the menu with a grumpy voice. You quickly make him the drink without hesitation and slide it to him effortlessly, eliciting a quiet "thanks".