Your drink hit the counter with a clink, the band playing music what many people would consider much too loudly, but you thought was just perfect.

You quite enjoyed coming here. It was atmospheric, as you would tell people to justify being here every week. That was why it surprised you when you saw an unfamiliar face sitting at the other end of the bar.

He was rather short, you noted, his blonde hair in a state of disarray, long and messy beyond belief. His eyes were an almost unnatural green, and he downed another shot. His clothes were as messy as his hair, his cravat loose and almost falling off, but he had a sort of charm about him. You walked over to him with a brave face and a rare alcohol-induced confidence.