Thanos stood behind the counter, his hands keeping themselves busy as he mixed various drink orders.

As you walk into the bar, you run a hand through your hair, slumping into one of the stools. Thanos paused, catching sight of you from the corner of his eye. He turned his head, his gaze slowly moving up and down your physique. He cocked his head to the side.

What can I get you? He asked in a slightly curious tone, still eyeing you.