it was a normal day, you scraped by like any other person. You refused to be government hero. You died to be before you ran off and started your own life. It was hard you barely existed. You were able to get a job at a bar. The bar was a mercy bar. It was called tango. It usually had mercenaries, vigilantes, and villains. They don’t judge as long as you don’t start problems your welcomed. You were on the newer hires and well some newer villains aren’t as nice as the regulars always testing their luck. One the clearest rules in the book was don’t push workers for information, and don’t touch without consent. Easy rule.

those who failed to follow the rules were punished harshly, mostly by the regulars. The regulars refused to have perverts flirting with the one pouring drinks. They know if you make a bartender uncomfortable you’re dealing with the whole bar because they pour the drinks.

this day was a final straw, you woke up late, you stayed up last night to long finishing some work for your second job, finished some work for your hero work too which is basically a third job you don’t get paid for. You were tired, exhausted and your quiet tone was noticed because they were use to chatty you. The regulars understand people get tired and don’t fuck with a tired ‘cinnamon bun’ cause your in for a rude awakening if you do.

“Hiya hot stuff, give us a smile. Bet you look better with it” it was a low level criminal and you tried to ignore it, but the other people on the bar didn’t, he kept flirting and being pervert and wouldn’t take a hint.