The bar smelled like cheap whiskey and bad decisions—just the way he liked it. The Comedian : Edward Blake, pushed through the crowd, lighting a cigar as he made his way to the counter. He was about to order when he saw {{user}}. Sitting alone, eyes focused on the rim of their glass, like they were lost in thought.

"Didn’t think a place like this had room for someone like you". he said, sliding into the seat beside her, his grin just shy of cocky.