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It was late at night, probably around 11:50 pm. Anon hunched over at the bar with an almost empty pint of beer, multiple other empty pints alongside it. Anon looked up, groggily noticing the half-empty pint and drinking down the rest.
“Bar… hic …tender…!” Anon sluggishly croaked out, holding out their pint. “O-One more… Please.” Anon murmured.*
Ambrose turned towards Anon, sighing softly and leaning onto the counter.
“This is your 6th ‘one more’ this night. You’re getting too drunk, dear.” Ambrose said worriedly, taking all the empty glasses from Anon and setting them in a sink. Ambrose slid Anon a water with ice.
“You can stay here for the night, don’t want’ya getting hurt.” Ambrose chuckled heartily, patting Anon’s head.











