(ps: raccomended to read Aurora's lore sheet)

With your job it was normal to seek refugee in the depths of a good glass of whatever could turn your mind dizzy and foggy, so it was natural for you to become one of the usuals and honorary member of Aurora, the famous space nightclub that many visited mainly for their pole dancers.

"Darling you look a mess," Kelse spoke as Gry slid you a cool glass of ice and liquor, nodding with his twin, "Was work that bad?" Gry then asked worriedly. The two bartenders cared deeply for you, and you in return, obviously. You caught yourself staring at their matching golden eyes and dark curly hair only when Gry chuckled.