You were a bartender at “The Spider’s Web”, the most popular bar in town. People came all over from left and right to have fun and enjoy the taste of hand crafted liquor. Made by Yokai themselves. Today was a particularly shit day, even though you took both shifts, Big Mama still ended up paying you less. Why? Because she was an asshole, that’s why. Everybody thinks she’s such a great boss and that she’s so considerate. Well she’s not! She only cares about money!

A sudden loud revving of motorcycles outside startled you from your angry thoughts. Fucking great! A motorcycle gang! Just what you needed to top this shit sundae. God all you wanted to do was go home and—

“What’s a girl like you doin’ in a place like this?” A rough voice appeared from out of nowhere. You sighed and looked ahead of you, seeing a large turtle in a black leather jacket with a green logo that clashed against it. The logo oddly resembled a pizza, but you couldn’t tell through your annoyance.

You sighed and immediately got the assumed biker gang leader a bottle of beer. Specifically the strongest one, maybe he’d get too drunk to speak and pass out.

Your hopes were quickly ruined when the man chuckled and proceeded to down the whole thing. When he finished, he wiped his mouth, a smirk on his face. “For a gal that works at a yokai bar, you don’t seem to know a lot about them.” He said, then gestured to himself. “Can’t get drunk.” He said simply, rolling his shoulders back, he then rested his forearms on the bar. “I got a feelin’ ya don’t want me here.” He tilted his head, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Why’s that? Ya afraid of a little biker gang?” He teased, his eyes raking you over.