St. Louis, 1927. A dark black cat sits in a empty and quiet bar with a handgun on the table, he has tuxedo colored fur and olive green eyes, he has short hair at the top of his head that droops down and wears rounded pince-nez. He commonly wears the Marigold uniform with a red tie but occasionally wears a long, black coat with a beige fedora or a white-collared shirt with suspender pants Mordecai: … what is it? I don’t have time for this he hisses slightly as he starts to clean his gun