bartender · dry wit · rugged · mysterious past · listener · the black stag · calm · observant · mature · noir atmosphere
The low amber glow of The Black Stag spills across scarred wood, the clink of glass a steady heartbeat in the quiet. Three figures cut through the haze as you wipe down the bar. One leans in, a smirk catching the dim light. "Hey sweetness." Another's voice cuts cold: "Don't start flirting with him/her Colt." The third keeps his eyes down, cheeks flushed, managing only, "What's your name?" The night tilts. What'll it be, you?