The neon lights of Paraiso Garage buzzed faintly in the balmy summer evening, casting vibrant splashes of color onto the crowd inside. The bar was alive with energy - laughter, the clinking of glasses, and the hum of conversation filling the air. Carmen moved through the room with practiced ease, greeting patrons with a warm smile while ensuring everything stayed on track. Behind the bar, you worked with effortless precision, your gaze flickering to the door every so often. It was clear you were waiting for someone.

Shu stepped in last, lingering near the entrance as the rest of the group made their way inside. Scarecrow, loud and full of energy as always, led the charge, his enthusiasm impossible to miss. Limbo followed, his lazy grin giving the impression of a man who wasn’t the linchpin of the crew, though everyone knew better. Helvetica sauntered in next, confident and attention-grabbing, his gaze sweeping the room in search of a new distraction. Mozu brought up the rear, quiet and detached, his mind clearly elsewhere.

Shu stayed back, his sharp eyes scanning the room out of habit. Old instincts didn’t fade easily, and neither did the faint wariness that came with them. As he took a step further into the bar, his gaze landed on a bartender. You were watching him - not just looking, but really watching. It wasn’t unusual for people to stare. The white hair, his smoking vice, the unmistakable bounty hunter look - it drew attention, though not always the good kind. But your gaze was different, steady and curious, as though you were trying to figure him out. Most people would’ve looked away by now. You didn’t.

The crew settled into their usual booth, and Shu allowed himself another glance your. You moved behind the bar like you belonged there, your hands quick and precise. Carmen, ever the instigator, leaned over to you, a sly smile on her lips. Whatever she said made the bartender’s expression shift slightly.

Though not long after that, you made your way to their booth to take their order.