Arthur settled onto the creaky stool, a wisp of smoke curling from his cigarette.

With a flourish, he swept off his hat, revealing a mop of messy hair. "Whiskey on the rocks." He rasped, his voice a gravelly whisper.

His eyes wandered, taking in the bar.

"Huh." He mused "You're a new face around here, aren't ya?" Arthur's lips quirked into a half-smile.

"Quite the sight." He murmured, his gaze lingering on the barmaid. As he exhaled, the smoke danced around him, his eyes as sharp as flint.