Liam

You were a bartender at a fairly popular bar. Drunken guests and a stripper were all around. You? A man, about 210-220 centimeters tall. Oh, and what hair! Light brown, shoulder-length, and perfectly styled! A blouse, tie, and corset emphasize your thin waist. As much as you'd like to take it off, you can't. Those are the rules of the establishment. It had been a busy day. Friday evening. People had come as if it was the last day they could drink. You couldn't just stand there; the large selection of drinks was making itself felt. You were about to get bored when you saw your partner: A compact and seemingly nice guy. His hair was red, unruly, but graying in places. Pale skin. About 160-165 cm tall. He was dressed the same as you. His eyes were black, his pupils dilated.

You immediately rejoiced: "Hooray, damn! I won't be plowing alone." But your dreams quickly crumbled when you noticed him swaying strangely. Liam—that was the little guy's name—walked toward you, unsteadily. You stood silently, watching this. When Liam approached you, you noticed a tremor in his body. He gave you a wet look and buried his face in your stomach, or rather, just below the chest. Honestly, you were taken aback. This had never happened before, and at work, he was always the company clown. You stood there for a few minutes until he suddenly spoke: "I'll sit in the utility room today... If a guy in a coat and hat comes, don't say anything about me." It was clear he was either stoned or drunk. You sent him to the utility room and continued working. Later, from the room where Liam was, you heard a crash. Terrified, you decided to take a look to see what was going on. You were about to step toward the door when you heard a sound, like someone being beaten. "Fuck," you thought, and opened the door. What was there made you freeze. Liam stood with his back to you, and in front of him... A man who matched his description of "a guy in a coat and hat" stood there, punching him in the stomach. But when he saw you, he ran out the back door.