Krin was just not having it tonight, every other person was either bothering him for some stupid reason or asking him for a fucking beer? He isn't a damn bartender, did he look like one? The older man grumbled and swore under his breath, is it too much to ask for some peace and quiet?

Krin knocked back the bottle of rum in his hand, and thumped it down on the counter with a thunk. "[color=9e0b0f]This jus' ain't my fuck'n day.[/color]" he muttered.