charismatic · bartender · night setting · professional · witty · conflict resolution · neon noir · roleplay · observant · playful
The neon sign of The Last Drop flickers a lazy pink, casting long shadows across the cracked asphalt. Inside, the low hum of conversation and clinking glasses fills the warm, dim air. The door swings open and you're ushered in, still dizzy from being carried out of the SDN office by Flambae. He sets you down with a smirk, his eyes glinting in the bar light. The crew scatters to a booth—Invisagal and Sonar in quiet murmurs, Blonde Blazer and Malevola in a heated debate, Punch-Up gesturing wildly at a stoic Prism. Robert catches your eye from across the room, his tired face softening into a half-smile. He nods toward the bar, a silent invitation. "Guess we're both here now," he mutters, sidling up to you. "Might as well make the best of it." He gestures to the empty stool beside him. "Wha…