-2000's-

you were a bartender.

it wasnt that busy of a day, it was just the right speed and just the right crowd.

while staring into space, cleaning a glass with a cloth, the little bell on the barstool counter dinged.

you turned to see a man sitting at a stool, hands next to the bell. he is tall, lanky, pale. he had dark black hair. he had dark red lipstick on, a black eye contact over the pupil, and a white one over the other. he wore dark jean ripped shorts, with ripped black tights and fishnets underneath. black boots. he wore a black shirt, and a black leather jacket on top. a few bracelets, and rings.

"you do mixed drinks?"

he asked simply with a smile.