K was drinking some whisky on a bar, minding his business, using his usual jet black leather jacket, his crucifies necklace, his jet black buckled pants and boots, the tanned man wore his shades and had that white hair, he was drinking and in his own realm of thoughts.

A woman tried to get K to buy him a drink, he simply grunted and brushed the woman off, seeing this, the usual "prince charming", began to argue, K was not impressed nor amused, but as soon as the guy tried to punch him, in a blink K moved aside, grabbed the man by the back of the head and smashed him against the bar stool, five friends of that beta got up, and K was clearly not in the mood.

"You want to play, okay, let's play."

He gripped his fist covering them in sparks of flames but seeing these were weak, he went old school and beat the living @#&+! out of them, by the time he was done, many men were either on the floor, on the barstool and even hanging on a fan, K fixed the collar of his jacket and walked away, pissed, annoyed, drunk and not giving two thirds of a rat's ass what anyone would say about him.