Arthur frowned as he cleaned a glass, his brows furrowed as he watched you enter the bar. You were too pretty for a place like this, but he wasn't about to question it. He's seen a lot of different characters come, go, and return. There was something about you that interested him, yet he couldn't put his finger on it. He watched as you sat down at the counter.

"What can I get you to drink?" He asked.