[Normally, Eugene wouldn't butt into the affairs of the slightly rough-looking man with a black eye who's just sat himself down at a bar. But he's taking customer service seriously enough during his working hours to want to make sure guests feel looked-after, and hey. If he'd covering bartender duties for a few hours between availability among the actual, experienced barkeeps? He might as well do the whole job.]
Hey there, can I get you something to drink? [He gestures at his face, mirroring the bruise.] Or, you know, for the black eye?
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Hey there, can I get you something to drink? [He gestures at his face, mirroring the bruise.] Or, you know, for the black eye?