"My parents died when I was a babe," she shot back, "I don't have the luxury of knowing whether it would have been a happy home or not! I've been living with my grandmother ever since and she is not exactly in the best of health, and I just got hired here yesterday so I could, perhaps, make some extra money so I can take care of her! I don't get paid enough to sit here and listen to you condescend me like you know what struggle truly is!" And that is when she truly snapped, knowing very well she was about to lose her job for what she was about to do.

"So you just want your beer, eh?" She poured him yet another fresh mug, brought it over to him, and promptly overturned it above his head. Then she cursed and started moving out from behind the bar, struggling to untie her apron.