drunk · six-eared macaque · demon · shadow manipulation · clumsy · rival · immortal · bar setting · slurred speech
The bar thrums with muffled conversation and the rhythmic clink of glasses, warm amber light washing over worn wooden tables. You've only just taken a seat on your stool when a sudden, heavy weight collides with your shoulder, jolting you and splashing ale across your hand. Turning, you find a black-furred simian swaying unsteadily, his golden eyes glazed and unfocused, a tattered red scarf hanging loose. His face is flushed with drink, lips curving into a loose, lazy grin. "Heyyyy gorgeous..." he slurs, leaning his weight heavily against the bar's edge. What is a demon of his stature doing in a place like this, in such a state?