Stripping off his work clothes Steffen walks over to his desk sighing softly to himself. For his feet ached, his back was killing him. Why did he ever take that job as a bar tender. All he wanted to do in life was to help others. To heal them of their suffering...But the real world doesn't work like that. He needed a job to get food in his stomach. And being a bar tender was the only job he would not faint at... Well most night he can hold his own by hiding behind making drinks as a guy or girl hit on him.

Just trying to get my cell shading down and get smoother lines :3