Can I Help You? (N. Italy)

[Ludwig Beilschmidt]

Ignoring the pounding bass of the music that was making his head throb, Ludwig focused in on the task at hand. It was a pretty busy night for him, with plenty of customers to serve. Working as quickly as he could while not spilling the drinks, he ignored some of the more needy drinkers on their fifth round for the newer customers who were steadily approaching the bar. Unfortunately for the blonde, the amount of people surrounding him only served to make his headache worse. They were loud and obnoxious at times, some even weepy after enough alcohol. He could always tell when someone had too much to drink, and usually refused to give them more. Glancing over at a young girl who had called for him, he suppressed the desire to roll his eyes at the supposedly seductive look she was giving him. Honestly, hitting on the bartender? I’m never going to be interested, for the hundredth time. Avoiding eye contact unless necessary, he sent the lady on her way. After a few more minutes, everything had settled down enough that Ludwig could take a little more time with his work and relax a little bit.

[Feliciano Vargas]

Feliciano entered the bar during an open bar night. He was a bit unsure of his surroundings even though he has been to other bars before, but it seems to him that this bunch of people were rowdy and rude. He sat up by the bar and asked for the bartender that was working there at that night in need of a cold drink. "Um, excuse me... Um, scusa, signore! Can, I get a drink please, signore?" He asked in poliet manner.