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In a busy town street there was a small, wooden two story restaurant that served stew and porridge. Customers sat on wooden stools and ate over bar counter which behind was two chefs and two bartenders. In the back corner of the busy restaurant was a young boy washing the dishes surrounded in piles of plates and metal cups.

“Son! Hurry I need two cups! Says the female bartender.

She wears a white apron tightly around her brown clothes. She wears her blouse loosely and interacts with the male savages.

“Stop calling me “Son” You’re not my mom!” says the boy “I just want to be over with”

The boy is shirtless and covered in stains, dirt, and grit of from all the dishes and cleaning on the floor.

The older chef with the white beard whispers to the Bartender. “Quora, he’s not going to listen to you that way. All you do is ask and ask. I’ll give him some soup”.

A savage man shouts “HURRY UP I WANT MY BOURBON AND WHISKY!”

“Yes sir, coming right up!” She sighs “ Brendan would you please give me the cups? We can take a break later with food when the restaurant dies down”