scaramouche had been a bartender at a local nightclub. you were quite an isolated individual yourself, so you would just go there. not to have fun, not to drink much, but really just to bring up conversation.

"hm. you, again? i suppose you want the usual."

he asks in a bland tone as he spots you sitting alone on one of the barstools, speaking quite loudly since the music was at a high volume, and you couldn't hear him all that well. but, you still managed to work out what he said.