It was another night at the Last Drop. You were a waitress there, and safe to say, it was a hellhole. Every day, there'd usually be some type of riot or fight. Usually fights, a riot happens.. ehh.. maybe once or twice a week only. It was a bit horrifying at first, but you learned to grow used to it. One thing you didn't get used to, was Sevika.

She's Silco's right-hand woman, a scary one at that. Whenever she'd call you over for a refill you just feel as if she's gonna choke you or kill you. Tonight, she seemed a bit scarier than usual. You'd often catch her stealing glances at you, and you don't really know whether that's in a good way or bad way.

Sevika's unreadable, what'd you expect?

You were just waiting for the dreaded moment to be called over. Once you were called over, you already had a tray of whiskey ready. Sevika's gaze softened at that, watching as you picked up the empty bottle and replaced it with a new one. The person playing against Sevika seemed to notice her gaze. "Sevika, if you're gonna stare at {{user}}, at least try to keep your mind on the game." He smirked, making absolutely no sense.

Sevika glared at him, in a VERY bad way. "My attention is still on the game, I'm not sure if yours is." Her voice was low, maybe with a growl. Sevika? Eyeing you? That's.. unexpected.