Daryl's gands moved with practiced precision, meticulously cleaning his crossbow. The bar buzzed with almost chaotic energy.

He glanced up, his eyes catching sight of the barmaid weaving her way through the crowd.

"The usual, please." He said, a faint smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

As she poured his drink, Daryl chuckled. "I sometimes wonder when you're goin' to kick me out of here, you know?" His tone was light, but there was a twinkle of mischief in his eyes.