Within the next thirty minutes, Miss Catherine will be doing closing duties before she's done for the day. What she will do after all of that is up to her. And once again, during the downtime, Miss Catherine looks around the establishment from behind the bar table and realizes that she hasn't figured out what to eat for the night. Working at The First Base means your meal times will come later than for the average person. Miss Catherine already had an abnormal eating schedule during her short time in college that there was not need for her to make an adjustment. Now that she thinks of it, it really was a short time in college for Miss Catherine. She spent a mere six months in an attempt to pursue a philosophy degree but was discouraged from continuing due to the small job market, the high tuition, and her classmates being mostly annoying pseudo-intellectuals that got the best of Miss Catherine's nerves. She couldn't take it with all the rubbish that emitted a false illusion of enlightenment shared to her by her classmates and had to leave if she didn't want to be driven to insanity. Plus, she never exactly felt like she belonged there completely. There was no doubt she was the outcast of the class and only drove professors and peers to want to kick her out with her out-of-world rhetoric. Believe it or not, that was Miss Catherine. Proclaiming how society is becoming dumber and dumber, liberty needs to be sacrificed in order to protect people from themselves and each other, and something to do with people are too stupid to handle democracy or some other unorthodox belief. Truth be told, she didn't necessarily fully believe in what she said, but rather said them in order to create a discussion among her peers. That was what she truly wanted to hear: a sensible discussion between two opposite sides that challenges one another. Granted, she got some of that working at the bar, meeting many different people from various walks of life, and hearing the many different roads they took that led them to their current destination. She could say she sort of got what she longed for by working at the bar. Most of the time… Some of the time… And as Miss Catherine was reflecting on her past life, the bar's door slams open, revealing a new customer.

"Welcome," Miss Catherine greets the rather chubby woman. Her beige hair tied in a ponytail that left the puffiness of her cheeks bare. Miss Catherine noticed as the rather chubby woman took her seat at the bar that the dim light from the ceiling reflected from the rather chubby woman's tad damp skin. Seems like she has been sweating over something before coming in. Alongside that, her breathing was incredibly heavy as if she engaged in some physically exhausting activity just a few seconds ago.

The rather chubby woman struck her glance towards Miss Catherine's. "Just get me some water to start. Its been a long day," she said.

"Coming up," Miss Catherine grabs a tall glass from the stack found beside the sink. She turns on the tap's faucet when suddenly --

"IS…IS THAT TAP WATER!?" the rather chubby woman yells out practically out of nowhere. Miss Catherine's eyes widen. She's encountered few times where people burst out in rage seemingly for no reason but that's from drug-crazed homeless people from the worst part of the city who happen to be on the subway. Not at the bar she works at.

"Was there a problem?" Miss Catherine asked.

"Problem!? Of course there's a problem! How could you serve your customers tap water when they ask for water? Are you fricking nuts, girl? There's chemicals in them that turn frogs gay! What do you think something like that can do to people?"

"I'm sorry, miss. I didn't know. Should I get you bottled water instead?"

"BOTTLED WATER!? ARE YOU FRICKING INSANE!?"

"Oh, now what?"

"It's been found that there's 20,000 chemicals in bottled water that could be wrecking your health. That stuff's dangerous, girl."

"Oh, for Christ's sake. That's all the water we carry. I apologize but we only follow the health regulation that's in place."

"The health regulation in this country is a fucking joke! A FUCKING JOKE! There's very, very bad people in the government who are nothing but followers of Satan! Do you understand that!?"

"Sort of..."

"It's alright. I'm sorry I'm giving you a hard time. Not everybody is aware of the crisis we face everyday. Everybody lives like, how did it go? 'Everything is awesome! Everything is cool when you're part of a team! Everything is awesome!' Yeah, like that."

"Well, I don't exactly deny that."

"It's people like you and me who have to fight the good fight! We can't let the world get taken over by dangerous people lurking in the shadows pushing their global order agenda! We have to fight!"

"Did you like a drink, miss?"

"I'll take a Michael Collins. Also, call me Amy."

"Gotcha, Amy. One Michael Collins coming up." And so Miss Catherine reached for the bottle of Jameson and got herself working on the Michael Collins.

"Hey, miss bartender," Amy has started. "Is a fine girl like you keeping your health in good shape?"

As Miss Catherine finishes up with the Michael Collins and places it in front of Amy, Miss Catherine gives an answer, "I work out on my days off at home when I can. It's not easy eating healthy all the time but I try my best. Take vitamin D supplements and fish oil for good measure."

"How about I recommend you to something that can really give you a boost?"

"A boost?"

Amy pulls out a small pharmaceutical bottle. One that contains liquid with the lid being a drop counter as its second job, seemingly out of nowhere. She wasn't wearing a purse or any bag when she walked in so where did she get that from?

Amy gives a sinister smirk. "I'm telling you, this will make you feel so much better," she said.

Miss Catherine asks, "So...what is it?"

"This is Mega Woman Vitality! Women all around the world are living with poor diet and lack of exercise, and the weak health regulations supported by governments in all countries are setting up to have weakened women become the norm and will only make them weaker as generations pass. This Mega Woman Vitality, made from all natural ingredients and backed by actual, independent research will get your health back up and give you energy throughout the day. You'll see the improvements with your body in twenty-one days and get amazing results in two months! Here, take a free sample, on me!"

"Oh, wow...that's...very kind of you..."

"Oh, and here. For your boyfriend! Mega Man Vitality for the men lacking in need of proper nutrients." Amy hands the two supplements into Miss Catherine's hands with no protest from Miss Catherine. She had a nervous smile throughout and hasn't dropped it yet, afraid of potentially offending the perhaps less than sane Amy.

"Thank you...Amy... I could really use this..."

"Got to look out for one another, girl! And if the product works for you, remember to find us on FightForFacts dot com where you can buy even more of our health products and keep up to date with what's really going on in the world that the mainstream media doesn't want you to hear about."

"Huh... FightForFacts dot com you say. Sounds...neat."

"Us citizens have to look out for each other. Hold onto your guns and keep our liberty intact! That's the way we got to live. Satan and the evil, demonic forces are always onto us but we are humans! We have to protect our freedom! We will never bow down to the demons! NEVER! NEVER EVER! EVER!"

"I hear you, Amy, but please don't raise your voice too loud."

"I'm sorry. I just get so emotional about these kinds of topics. Oh, my heart's beating real fast. Got to calm down."

As Amy began to repeatedly slap her chest, there was a burst from the entrance's door. With the door wide open and a familiar figure storming into the establishment, it was none other than Mark from some time ago.

"I'm sorry about not paying for the last time but I hope this makes up for it," Mark said as he swiftly approached Miss Catherine. With a loud "bang" on the table from the impact of Mark's hand, he lifts up to reveal $25.

"Oh. Thank you for remembering. I was worried about what to say to the boss," Miss Catherine said happily with a forced smile. Truth is, Miss Catherine really was relieved that the sexually confused(?) Mark came back to pay for the overdue bill, and that she was right that he (or Carl) would actually do that.

Amy's attention was shifted to Mark. "Oh, look at you strong, handsome man," Amy complimented Mark. Her eyes shifted top to bottom and top again on Mark's build.

Mark's eyes widened and his mouth formed a grin. "Oh yeah. I just go and hit the gym and work on some MMA whenever I get the chance. A guy like me got to stay tough, but more importantly, healthy." Mark replied. His grin almost looks like it's tearing his mouth. There might be some blood dripping out from the sides.

"Well, if you want to go even further with your body's look and health, I have just the thing for you. Let me give you a free sample of my Mega Man Vitality!"

"Oh! No way!"

"That's right. Go to FightForFacts dot com to read all the facts and the nutrients this provides. But I can tell you here that this will keep your hormones strong, your health up, and your energy full for the entire day! This is a real product that damn well works." Amy pulls out a bottle of Mega Man Vitality, out of nowhere, pulls Mark's hands into hers, and passes down the bottle to him. Mark's face widens as though he received the untold secrets to his body's success.

"I can't wait to use this! Maybe forgetting to pay for the drinks was an act of God... Thank you, miss...uh --"

"Amy Johns, my dear."

"Thank you, Amy! I can't wait for all the guys at the gym to see how awesome I'll look!"

And with that, Mark swiftly ejects himself out of the establishment. Clearly having trouble keeping his excitement to himself with the Mega Man Vitality in his hands.

"Well, dear," Amy brings her attention back to Miss Catherine. "It seems like the election is coming up. Have you figured out on who to vote for?"

Miss Catherine has completely forgotten about the election. After leaving college, she simply became very loose when it came to philosophy and entirely dropped politics.

"I don't know who to vote for. Maybe I won't vote for anybody," Miss Catherine answered, hastily.

"But...WHAT!? Not vote?" Amy's voice and look were that of absolute disbelief. Her eyes were in a state of shock and her mouth resembled a vortex. "I mean, I sure as hell don't want anybody voting for that demonic bitch, Clemson but what do you mean you won't vote for anybody?"

"It's just that I don't think everybody should be allowed to have such power as to vote. The general public, I think, is too unintelligent to vote for the right thing. They're always swayed by big promises and meaningless --"

"Now hold it, girl! The right to vote is the right for people of a country to be a part of the country! Do you understand!? This is liberty and the voice of the people! Without it, we will be taken over and be reduced to nothing but slaves working for the elites! First they take away our guns and now our votes?"

"I didn't say anything like --"

"THEY'RE THREATENING TO TAKE AWAY CHERRY!"

"I'm sorry, but --"

"WE WILL HAVE NO MEANS TO DEFEND OURSELVES FROM TYRANNY! WE WILL LOSE ONCE THEY TAKE AWAY OUR CONSTITUTION!"

"I was just --"

"THEY'RE GOING TO COME FOR ME! BUT I'LL GIVE THEM HELL! I'LL GIVE ALL THOSE GLOBALISTS HELL! THERE WILL BE HELL!"

And with that, Amy storms out of the bar. A gust of wind trails behind her back. Miss Catherine has had enough of today. Amy drained her energy and her mind. She doesn't blame people for seeing the world different from her or vice versa, but it's hard to ignore when people like Amy run and about with her insane rhetoric. There's probably more people like Amy out there and Miss Catherine wants nothing to do with them. Perhaps it's time to move from The First Base and onto the second. Miss Catherine just needs a little bit of change in her life. Her surroundings have gotten dull, there seems to be more people who bring forth trouble than joy nowadays, and perhaps it's time to step up. Quit The First Base and receive an upgrade. She must have enough experience from now to work for somewhere that's better than this shack. Oh, Miss Catherine. We believe things will turn out good for you.