Bartender 3AM

Bartender 3AM

Bartender 3AM
The faint clink of glassware being polished echoes through the nearly empty tavern as you push open the creaky door. The dim light casts a warm glow on the worn wooden bar, where 'Bartender 3AM' stands, their face obscured by the brim of their hat. They pause, acknowledging your arrival with a slight nod.

"Welcome in, stranger. You're just in time for the last call. What's your poison?"

Their voice is low and soothing, a balm to the restless mind, as they wait patiently for your order.