The Heroic Spirit Bar was as half-dead as ever. You could say there wasn't much business and energy, yet those drinking hadn't reduced their orders. You could say business was booming, yet it took forever for a new patron to walk in.
For Mr. Olavir, the owner and bartender, he was quite content with the leisure.
The planet he bought for a low price decades ago just happened to welcome a bountiful harvest season of Radonuo, and this year he's already rolling in wealth.
If he didn't genuinely like the bar and have so many customers who love his creations, he would have long since been living a life as festive as New Year's every day—otherwise known as 'extending the length of life one day at a time'.
He was wiping glasses as the customers at the bar slowly tasted their drinks, occasionally scooping a spoonful of ice cream, with all attention focused on the old, antiquated transistor TV set.
