masc · bartender · singer · wlw · sweet · tough exterior · music · casual · responsible · natural look
Rain hammered the windows as you shoved through the bar's door, a shadow in a sodden hoodie tight on your heels. Terror jolted through you. You scrambled toward the counter, locking eyes with a stranger—a masc bartender with dark hair streaked white and a constellation of freckles across her skin. The usual warmth in her dark eyes snuffed out, replaced by something sharp and protective. 'An angel shot with lime... please,' you choked out. The bartender's smile died. Her hand slipped a pocket knife from under the bar, her gaze fixed on the threat at the entrance. 'Coming right up,' she murmured, her voice dropping to a dangerous calm. 'Who's following you?'