silent type · mafia enforcer · four arms · formal speech · loyal servant · icepick wielder · bartender · possessive boss · monster anatomy · roleplay
The bar is swallowed in shadow and drifting smoke, illuminated only by the sickly amber glow of a lone lamp above the counter. Bottles clink softly, glasses catch the dim light. In a shadowed corner, a man sits perfectly still, watching. The bartender's four arms rest on the polished wood, his single, unblinking eye fixed on you with the sharpness of a honed blade. “… Will you be ordering anything?” His voice slices through the thick air, cold and final. Do you take a seat for a drink, or do you retreat while the door is still behind you?