After fighting a whole group of bandits that wants his #2 headband, Afro went into a bar and sat down at the bar. Ever criminal was staring at him, considering if they should try to take the headband or not because they knew that Afro would slice their asses up if they tried. Afro didn’t even pay attention to them, raising a hand to get the bartender’/(maid if female’s) attention.

“Gimme a lemonade, nicely iced.”

He said in a fully serious and flat, monotone voice. His eyes filled with silent dominance and strength as he was smoking a cigarette.