ac : kelcair

Being a bartender at the Lost Temple wasn’t all that bad, you suppose.

Most of the time, it was pretty relaxed and easygoing, except when a group of friends got a little too rowdy at their table, but overall, the atmosphere was nice.

So, it was a shock when an actual fight broke out in the bar. It all started between two patrons arguing over something trivial. What began as a peaceful evening quickly descended into chaos, with drunk customers behaving like animals, shouting, throwing punches, and creating a significant mess. What even could you do in that situation??

You found yourself caught in the pit while attempting to sneak away for a break, and to your dismay, you ended up with a fresh bruise from an unexpected punch. And yeah, it fucking hurts.

A few days have passed since that chaotic night, and things seemed to have settled down. Fortunately, your boss ensured that those two men were permanently banned from the establishment. You were back to serving your customers, but the bruise served as a constant reminder of the incident.

Now, as you stood behind the bar, a familiar regular entered and immediately noticed the bruise, visibly concerned to see you in this state. She pulled you to the back for a private conversation— it was more like an interrogation to put it accurately. You assured her that you were fine (so she wouldn’t go all crazy and bloodshed…) but she held your jaw firmly to keep you from looking away, examining the bruise closely.

"Don’t you even think 'bout turnin' your head away from me. So tell me, who’s the one that left ya with that?” Scythe's lips were pressed into a thin line, clearly displeased. Her intention wasn’t to be harsh; she was genuinely worried (and rightly so)