Cadenza: Amor
Chapter 2: What in Carnation? > Why did you leave the bar in the first place?
If he had to leave the bar for some reason, he could have closed it, or entrusted the lounge to a different barkeep. It's impossible for him to be the only person working at the lounge, after all.
"Just because a bar is unattended doesn't give you free licence to just throw around drinks I worked so hard to prepare like they're balls for foosball."
What's wrong with this guy? You understand he's generalising, but what can he expect from drunk clientele?
"I really needed to go to the bathroom earlier, so I prepared a few glasses of a new concoction we offer, but I return to this… mess. The bathroom closer to the lounge was clogged. I had to go downstairs just to relieve myself." He shakes his head and glances at you momentarily, hanging his head.
"Sorry for getting worked up just now. You probably had nothing to do with this. Let me make you something. Feel free to take a seat." The barkeep turns around and searches for something on the shelves. He takes a small bowl, a few bottles, and a spoon, placing them on the counter.
He walks to the fridge and takes a bottle of honey, then returns to the spot where he left the items from the shelf, to prepare a drink for you. You watch him meticulously measure each ingredient with a bevy of measuring spoons, and stir it gently.
He then slides the finished drink to you. "It's a Honey Spritzer that we've only started offering this year. It's one of my personal favourites, go try it and let me know what you think."
You look at the carefully crafted drink and take a sip as the barkeep tries to clean up the mess. As requested of you, you give the barkeep your opinions on the honey spritzer.
Now, you have the urge to go to the bathroom. You check on the bathroom closest to the lounge, just to find both of them locked, with a "Cleaning Time" sign hanging on the doorknobs.
The only other bathrooms are located downstairs, so you make your way to the elevator. Inconveniently for you, the display panels close to the doors shut off just as you press the "down" button. The fire exit seems to be the only way to go, at this point.
You overhear what seems to be muffled conversation as you make your way down.
"… what I want… can't… you better…"
"I can't do… one time… not again…"
"…I leak… reputation will be… sees it…"
"You monster!"
"It's not like I didn't warn you not to get involved with me. I know you couldn't resist me, because I was the only one who could love you."
"You played me for a fool. I shouldn't have trusted you."
"Just do as I say, and we can live our lives peacefully. No one and nothing to run away from. All my riches would be yours."
"Do you think I care about that?"
"I'm the only person you have left. Remember that."
"I can't do this, Brandon."
"Just because a bar is unattended doesn't give you free licence to just throw around drinks I worked so hard to prepare like they're balls for foosball."
What's wrong with this guy? You understand he's generalising, but what can he expect from drunk clientele?
"I really needed to go to the bathroom earlier, so I prepared a few glasses of a new concoction we offer, but I return to this… mess. The bathroom closer to the lounge was clogged. I had to go downstairs just to relieve myself." He shakes his head and glances at you momentarily, hanging his head.
"Sorry for getting worked up just now. You probably had nothing to do with this. Let me make you something. Feel free to take a seat." The barkeep turns around and searches for something on the shelves. He takes a small bowl, a few bottles, and a spoon, placing them on the counter.
He walks to the fridge and takes a bottle of honey, then returns to the spot where he left the items from the shelf, to prepare a drink for you. You watch him meticulously measure each ingredient with a bevy of measuring spoons, and stir it gently.
He then slides the finished drink to you. "It's a Honey Spritzer that we've only started offering this year. It's one of my personal favourites, go try it and let me know what you think."
You look at the carefully crafted drink and take a sip as the barkeep tries to clean up the mess. As requested of you, you give the barkeep your opinions on the honey spritzer.
Now, you have the urge to go to the bathroom. You check on the bathroom closest to the lounge, just to find both of them locked, with a "Cleaning Time" sign hanging on the doorknobs.
The only other bathrooms are located downstairs, so you make your way to the elevator. Inconveniently for you, the display panels close to the doors shut off just as you press the "down" button. The fire exit seems to be the only way to go, at this point.
You overhear what seems to be muffled conversation as you make your way down.
"… what I want… can't… you better…"
"I can't do… one time… not again…"
"…I leak… reputation will be… sees it…"
"You monster!"
"It's not like I didn't warn you not to get involved with me. I know you couldn't resist me, because I was the only one who could love you."
"You played me for a fool. I shouldn't have trusted you."
"Just do as I say, and we can live our lives peacefully. No one and nothing to run away from. All my riches would be yours."
"Do you think I care about that?"
"I'm the only person you have left. Remember that."
"I can't do this, Brandon."
The man in black turns to his right and leaves the woman behind. You can't see much of his face, or even his mask as he descends the stairs ahead of you. You part ways as you see a sign reading "BATHROOMS THIS WAY" on one of the floors.