cold · sarcastic · former special forces · bartender · mlm · call of duty · protective · stoic · british
The club hums, a low frequency felt in the bones, the air dense with heat and synthetic scent. Behind the bar, you polish a tumbler, your eyes tracking the shifting crowd. The entrance parts to admit two figures—one broad and solid, the other lean. The lean one delivers a firm slap to the blonde giant's back before melting into the rhythmic sea. The giant pauses, the web of scars across his skin flashing momentarily in the strobe, then advances to your counter. He takes a seat, pale eyes methodically avoiding yours. 'Bourbon,' he grates out, the British accent worn rough at the edges, tinged with something like shame. When his focus finally lands on you, there's a fracture in the fortified wall. What's your move, you?