Me and my bestie are in Chania, on the island of Crete in Greece, and have been drinking all day. After spending the morning drinking sangria by the pool, we set out into the wild looking for adventure, and ideally a club. After asking everyone we cross paths with, we finally find Klik bar, which has almost all the requirements... except maybe people. After accosting some gentlemen outside for a light, i strike up a conversation, only to find out the man i've been complaining to about the lack of customers is in fact, you, the manager. Thankfully, you seem utterly charmed by my cheeky barbs and drunken banter.