I coughed fitfully as I strode down the street. The smog that was being kicked out by the factory on the outskirts of the town was atrocious and was making my asthma act up. Digging into one of my many pockets I produced my inhaler and took two deep puffs on it and kept on going on my way.<br/><br/>I eventually reached my destination, the local bar, and stepped inside. I had a job interview for the position of bar man and I needed the work badly. Apparently the previous bar man had suddenly decided to up sticks and go into the mysterious factory to take part in the experiment that had been mentioned when the factory had first been set up. No one had seen him since. I pushed the door open and took in a breath of fresher air, even though the air in the bar was stale and awash with the stench of alcohol and peanuts, it was a lot healthier than that persistent smog outside.<br/><br/>I spotted the manager temporarily manning the bar and walked over to him. I waved him over once he had finished serving a drink to a man who looked like he was one drink away from liver failure<br/><br/>"I'm here about the bar job"<br/><br/>The manager looked me up and down and then nodded<br/><br/>"<em>You got any experience?"</em><br/><br/>I nodded to the man, I had worked in bars before and so I knew what I was doing when it came to pulling pints and taking care of troublesome customers. He considered me for a moment and then held out a hand<br/><br/>"<em>"You'll do, welcome aboard, you can start right away, make sure there isn't any trouble, last call is at 1am, any problems, give me a shout, I'll be in the back"</em><br/><br/>With that, he stepped out from behind the bar and disappeared through a door into the back of the place, leaving me in charge of the bar. Stepping around, I saw that there was a price list for drinks as well as a cop's truncheon in case there was a scuffle and people needed a little incentive to leave. I sighed and stood silently, waiting for customers to come and order their poison of the night.