Dylan walked down some stairs into a cozy place of about 60 meters (close to 200 feet) of room that had tables full of food...but no drinks.
"Hey system where's the drinks?"
"That's where you come in! Don't worry the food after eaten will be restored after placing it down!"
Dylan felt that he was being played! The food gets restored automatically but HE had to make and serve drinks! What kind of bullsh*t is that!? Dylan felt extremely angry but didn't show it he could only curse in his mind.
"Hey!!! Stop standing around the shop opens in a year you need to start practicing to become One Hell of a Bartender!!" The system started yell at him
"Yeah, yeah just show me the way"
After following the system's directions he arrived to a room at 20 meters ( 65 feet room ) the left side was completely filled with glasses, shots, wine, champagne I'm pretty sure if you asked for literally any glass they got it here. On the right side was filled with alcoholic drinks on one half and non-alcoholic drinks on the other.
"Okay time to start practicing!" The system said this with extreme joy
After a full day of practicing making drinks out of 146,947 drinks only 1,450 were drinkable not to mention the awful taste. Dylan's entire hands were sore and bloody, even though he used to work as a bartender it never required him to toss the glass and drink to make it, the floor was covered in glass and he only made non-alcoholic drinks.
"Not...bad?" The system said this with extreme disappointment
"F**k you!! You could've helped but you didn't!" Dylan retaliated with his build up anger
"Oh shut up! You need experience before I help you!" After this sentence Dylan's first day ended.