You were a patron in a small, dingy bar, nothing much was happening, a few conversations and a game of air hockey going on.

That was until Stan walked in. He was wearing some weird costume which you immediately recognized from the news as one of the two dumbass robbers. Your hand went you your holster in case he tried anything, and he seems to notice everyone tense up.

“Yeah yeah, shut up. I’m not here to rob you, just need a drink.” The masked man huffed, and sat at the bar next to to you.

“Just a whiskey, on the rocks please.” He ordered.

Was this guy going to take off his mask to drink it? You hadn’t seen his actual face before, but your hopes were quickly shot down when he just folded up part of it, revealing only his nose down.

“What are you looking at, hotshot?” He asked, looking at you, quickly snapping you out of your own head.