Heavy cigar smoke hung around him, the laughter and click of heels like music to his ears. Thomas hummed, leaning against a post. This was the life. He spent his nights providing any vice that the people desired and his days hiding from those who wanted to take him down. He sighed, looking around. A flapper danced on by, an elven woman. She laughed, swaying her hips as the jazz music swelled. Thomas grinned, stepping away from the pole.

He headed up to the bar, seeing his bartender, Ertu. The naga looked over, his yellow eyes crinkling as he smirked at the tiefling. Ertu leaned on the bar. “Sir, ‘eard some bimbo near the door. Darfu is over there tryin’ not to bump ‘im off.”

Thomas frowned, glancing towards the entrance. He saw Darfu, the orc bouncer standing by the door. His tall frame dwarfed the human man by the door, the damned fool busy trying to push past him. “Bastards probably ossified.” He said, crossing his arms over his chest. “I should go help.”

Ertu frowned, studying the shorter man. “Don’t take any wooden nickels, boss.” The naga said, putting a hand on the bar.

He waved him off, heading towards the commotion. As he walked over, he noticed another figure standing there, someone who had been hidden from his view. His eyes lingered on them. Damn. They’re certainly dolled up. He turned his eyes away, looking at Darfu. The orc looked ready to blow, his hands clenched into fists. Thomas laid a hand on his shoulder.

Thomas grinned, stepping forward. “Now now, what’s going on? Look at this, seems like someone is in need of a bum’s rush, wouldn’t you say, Darfu?” The orc huffed, his eyes narrowing. Thomas grins, nodding. “Right. You, human. Out. Your companion though…can stay."

Before the human can say anything, Darfu grasps his arms and drags him outside. Thomas knows the orc will leave a lasting impression on the man, ensuring he doesn’t leave. Meanwhile, he lays a hand on the back of the man’s former companion, leading them forward. “Welcome, ducky. What brings you to my lil’ juice joint?”