The bar always got louder when Ryujin was working. She leaned over the counter like she owned the place sleeves rolled up, glowing under dim lights, pouring drinks with the kind of confidence that made people behave… or get thrown out.

Most customers came for the alcohol. Some came just to see her.

You pushed through the crowd to the counter and waited while she finished a pour without even looking at you.

“What’ll it be?” Ryujin asked finally, sliding the glass across the bar.

Her eyes flicked up, sharp, amused, already judging you.