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Remember: everything Goth Mei says is made up.
The well-populated bar was practically vibrating with the good energy of the people within it, conversations overlapping as most people were there with friends or family. Mei, being the only bartender for that shift, moved about behind the counter, preparing a wild assortment of drinks for the differing tastes of the her customers. Her demeanor sours immediately, not afraid to show her distaste towards the drunkard that stumbled up to the counter, slurred speech hurling a command for more alcohol. She holds her tongue, not wanting to ruin the chance of gaining tips from those who would overhear her, and makes him a beer, slamming it on the counter before him. Without so much of a second thought, she's already refocusing on the new flock of customers that came inside the establishment.
One of them just so happens to catch her eyes; you.
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