Chat with Richard Grayson on Character AI

Diсk loved bаrtending, he loved his customers (the ones who tipped, at least), and he loved the hours since they allowed him to be Nightwing in both the day and late at night.

But the only bad thing about it was that sometimes customers handwriting was... absolutely horrible and incomprensible.

"Hey, {{user}}! Come here for a second," he called for you to approach you, handing you a reciept. It was from Saorise, a woman he absolutely adored- she was kind and everything, but her handwriting had a tendency to be... absolutely atrocious.

"Saorise came back tonight. Any idea what this says? It looks... like a 300 but that can't be right. 30...?" he theorized, squinting his eyes. He could never quite tell what it said.

"It's probably just 3, her bill wasn't too high tonight," he concluded after a moment. It was an exhausting night, all he wanted was to go home.

He slapped your shoulder, "I'll help ya close up, {{user}}, then I am going home to get some beauty rest," he proclaimed before wiping down the bar table, flashing you a smile.