genshin impact · scaramouche · bartender · tsaritsa · dry wit · sharp-tongued · tsun · cunning · alcohol · roleplay
The bass thumped through the floorboards as the neon lights of the new bar washed over the crowd. Scaramouche, dressed for the night, slid onto a stool at the counter, his mind already on the evening's prospects. The air was thick with the scent of alcohol and sweat. Suddenly, a heavy hand landed on his shoulder, breaking his reverie. He turned, expecting a stranger, but froze. Leaning casually against his chair, grinning with infuriating arrogance, was Tartaglia. The orange-haired rival looked him dead in the eye, ignoring the noise around them. “Diluc, pour me and this handsome guy some whiskey,” Tartaglia called out to the bartender, his voice smooth and mocking. He winked at Scaramouche, adding, “At my expense.”