In this heat, I could barely formulate a thought. It was usually cold but not this day, today the sun was at full blast. I curled my fingers around the thin fabric of my top, waving it in and out to create just a little air flow.

Nope just kidding, people tended to act cocky when they rich, I presumed that was what occurred to me right now. Rather than walking in this high August sun, I ordered an Uber. Yup, that was my standard for being a cocky person.

Dawdled under the coolness of air conditioner, I stared at Christmas message.

Christmas: Come to the bar ASAP, there's an emergency!

Yeah, what he meant by emergency must be. There is this new cute girl, here's the plan, you guys better not ruin it or House XX is making a party.

Still, he was the boss. Friend or not I was working with him and I did skip the work so I could go to Alaska.

"We're here. Make sure not to leave anything behind and don't forget to leave a 5-star rating." Said the driver.

While wondered about what would happen I entered the bar and found that the crew already arrived. Four waitresses, one cook, three bartenders, one bouncer, and Christmas.

Joining with the others and sat on the red stool, while Christmas sat on the wooden crate, he welcomed me with "Where's my salmon vodka?"

"...Eh, I left it at my apartment. Don't worry, I'm planning to take this night shift."

"Ah, yes... speaking of that." As he rubbed his hand to the back of his nape. "You see... I have two news, a bad news and a good one." Said Christmas.

The mood and pressure were heavy when he finished his words. I checked the other face, all pale, some clenched their jaws and others gulped their saliva. "Don't tell me we're bankrupt?!" I said, couldn't help to contain my curiosity.

"No, no, on the contrary, you see, about the new hotel? I manage to close the deal about making a club at their place." Said Christmas.

"That is the good news? So what about the bad one?" Asked Felice, one of the maids. Basically, we will be relocated onto that club huh? I thought on my mind.

"...now how should I put it." Replied Christmas while he held his chin, this should be a bad news but not a single sign of worry showed on his face, on the contrary, I could sense he tried his best to hold his excitement.

"Argh whatever, Dew you'll become the manager of this bar."

"....Eh? How is that bad news?" at least to me that was a good news.

"Who said that it is the bad news? now, prepare yourself for the bad one." Grin showed on his mouth, like a detective he asked us "When are the best word to describe a summer?"

"Beach?" Said Felice.

"Nope."

"Party?" I said.

"Almost, c'mon you guys almost get it."

"Shark?" Said Gordon the cook.

"Yup, yup it is related to that."

"Beach party?" Said the bouncer.

"I already said it isn't related with the beach."

"Ice cream?" Said another bartender.

"No! Gah! you guys suck! It's a summer camp, a cabin, thriller, horror, slasher, you know that kind of stuff." Said Christmas, he stepped away from the wooden crate, though I wondered why I felt familiar with that crate. He opened the crate and took something from its inside.

"...What the fuck?!" Words automatically came out from my mouth when I saw Christmas holding down a wolf pelt. I felt every neuron of my brain was frying to ashes and it went boom!

"Now, here's the bad news, I'm planning to make the last event on this bar, of course, it will be related to a cabin in the woods. My guts are telling me this will be a big success. So, rest up for this night, you guys will busy for the next whole week." Said Christmas.

As if stuck underwater, everything was slow and warbled as Christmas continued to explain. "Dew? Hello? Can you meet me at the office after the party?" He demanded.

"Eh? yeah sure." Though how should I put this, normally people would feel jealous when they saw their colleagues getting a promotion, but not in this bar. The others raised their mouth into a smile, hands taking part in the soundless gesture, hoping the best for me.

If this was the normal situation it would be a very delicious moment but "Haha! C'mon to happy to say anything eh Dew?" Said Gordon, I bet my face washed blank with confusion like every muscle of my body just froze before a forced grin crept onto my face.

In the middle of the day we started to pour the alcohol into our body. A short party but it was enough to conclude our plan, the design and every detail that we needed to have. Soon, everyone left, silence stroke the bar and Christmas opened his mouth "Now, here's the real deal. Listen carefully and don't freak out."

In my mind, I began to speculate what he was going to say. Is he going to explain how he gets the wolf pelt? no, there is a chance that he buys it from someone else.

"The thing is, you're not going to be a manager." Said Christmas.

"...Oh." Thoughts ran wild inside my mind, Is this the part where he will be confessing that he is part of some secret group and I am invited?!!

"C'mon don't be disappointed like that. My offer is better than a manager, the truth is I'm thinking about making this bar as a franchise, so this is a little experiment, but how about becoming this bar owner?"

I felt that he just said something important, but my brain couldn't turn fast enough to take in the information.

"...Dude? Bro? Dew? Hello?" Snapping his finger while moving his hands, I got awoken from my daydream.

"Eh... is that all?"

"Is that all? Is that all?! I'm giving you a free bar and your reaction is 'is that all?!' shouldn't you go crying?! or something like that?!" Said Christmas.

"No, I mean is there something else that you wanted to tell me?" I said while trying to pry some information from him.

"Oh, is it about the profit? Don't worry, I'll take the 70% profit in the first year and 35% for the next five years after that everything is yours."

"Eh... that's not what I meant but c'mon are you joking?! 70% is too much, make that straight 35% for the next six years. Wait, that's not it. Don't you have anything else?"

"Already negotiating eh, alright make that 50% and 35% for the next five years and I'm going to give you all the drinks."

"...No that's not what I meant, and what the hell?! you're planning to give me the bar and not giving me the drinks?! no, no, no let's focus here; how do you get the wolf pelt?"

"Does it matter? I bought it from someone else and of course not, I'm going to give you the standard drink but I'll take the rare one and speaking of which I am taking all of the crew, so make sure to have someone else to replace them."

"...WTF?! are you telling me to suicide huh?! your intentions is a franchise right?! shouldn't you give me like I don't know at least a bartender and a waitress?! Wait, wait, wait. Let's talk about this matter at a later time." I Said, hesitantly I started to open my mouth "...Is that the pelt cost 0.2PP/each?"

"Yup it cost 0.2PP." Replied Christmas like it was our usual conversation.

.......................

A long moment of silence filled the room, no one was talking, our brain cogs were trying its best to process what we just said.

"HUH?! WAIT A MINUTE! HOW DO YOU KNOW ABOUT THAT?!" Said Christmas, his eyes opened wide, hands grabbed my shoulder and violently shook my body.