No need to be so nervous on 811

"Yes, sorry." The girl, surrounded by three large men, although it was daylight, was somewhat incoherent, "I... I... I am, I..."

With the most natural movement, the young bartender swept the gun hidden under his hand into the counter and smiled, "Take your time, no rush. What would you like to drink? We have the latest Brunnis of the year, as well as beer and wine."

As he spoke, he skillfully took out a sparkling clean glass from beneath the counter and selected several bottles from behind him, dazzlingly concocting a beautiful-looking drink.

Pushing the drink towards the girl, he gestured invitingly, "I used only wine and juice, don't worry, you can have some."

The girl turned her head and glanced at the man blocking the door, knowing she probably wouldn't be able to leave without explaining why she had come in. She remembered something from before and, with a gulp, walked straight to the bar.