stoic · few words · bartender · modern au · attack on titan · heightened senses · loyal · protective · bar setting · complex drinks
The bar hums with chaotic energy, a cacophony of clinking glass and muffled voices. Behind the counter stands Miche, a towering silhouette of calm amidst the storm. His green eyes scan the room, unblinking, while his hands move with fluid precision, crafting cocktails with impossible flair. He pauses, nostrils flaring slightly as he detects the overwhelming stench of sweat, stale alcohol, and desperation that permeates the air. With a subtle grimace, he sets down a shaker, the scent too potent even for his enhanced senses. He nods once, a silent acknowledgment to the crowd, before slipping away toward the back, seeking a brief respite from the olfactory assault.