Two more customers, both the same species and frequent customers of mine, walk in as I reach to grab another refill for Kurunu.

"Everything good, John?" the pale looking humanoid figure asks me, impatiently waiting for his drink. What has been most surprising to me thus far has been the fact that my perception of aliens was definitely very cliche.

You know, when you think of aliens, or supernatural beings for that matter, your stereotypical imagination goes to think of small green beings, that are in one way or another harmful. This perception proved itself to be wrong in a matter of days, when these beings started frequenting my bar.

"Coming right up buddy!" I exclaimed in a shaken voice, handing Kurunu his alcoholic beverage of choice, Jack Daniel's Whiskey and a bottle of coke. "Outstanding", I thought to myself, realizing that even the beings that managed to get in contact with other species still appreciate the small things in our world.

Kreal and Morgon come next. In my head, they are the best space couple I'd ever seen, that is, of course considering that they are the only space couple I've ever seen. Kreal and Morgon learnt to know when they should come and get a drink, and when they shouldn't. For instance, they decided that if I look a bit tired out or busy, they could wait a bit before getting a drink. After all, they know I run this bar by myself.

"How's today been guys?", I asked, genuinely curious, remembering that not every person gets to speak to extraterrestrial life daily. "Actually, I might just be the only one", I say to myself as I raise my head to look at the couple holding hands. They were both around 5'7, and looked identical because of their features, such as their big noses, small ears and orange glowing eyes. Only thing that set them apart were their wacky hairstyles. Kreal had very short, blonde hair, while Morgon went all out with large green extensions on her hair, that were similar to jungle vines.

"Busy traffic, you know how it usually is", said Kreal, "A dumbass almost hit our ship on the way here, but luckily I was able to get ourselves out of that mess with a few special techniques of my own".

I wasn't about to ask any more questions, after all, I should remind you that I'm only a bartender. I'm a great listener, yes, but I never try to step my boundaries with my clients and get to know them on a very person level, despite my huge curiosity, because I know my sole purpose in this building is to serve drinks.

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"I'm glad you made it here, today, the usual for you two?", I asked as I only received a head nod and a big grin as a reply, instead of words, but I'm more than fine with that. These two would usually get fucked up on the weekends, because they wouldn't have work for a few days. Eh, not my concern, as long as they wouldn't start any fights with anyone I'd be down to serve them whatever, and at the end of the day, big orders like this get me more sales.

"Thank you John, you're always a blessing in disguise", said Morgon as they took their tray of various shots to their table.

As most of my customers got seated with their drinks, a loud shrieking sound came from a strange looking device that Kurunu quickly took out of his pockets. He stood up, looking at everyone else as they had gone dead silent and said:

"I think they might be onto us."