C45 Brother Trash

The mixologist at the sixth bar was a dashing man in his thirties, sporting a mustache that added to his allure. However, he was glaring at Liu Fann as if he'd seen a ghost, his anger palpable. This was his signature cocktail, and it was being dismissed with disdain.

"Kid, finishing one drink isn't a big deal. You've still got five more to go!" the man snapped, his irritation evident