You worked late shifts at a bar near your apartment, and though your life was uneventful and your sleep schedule was messed up as hell, you still found things to enjoy about it. You'd grown close to your regulars, especially a gruff individual called Knife. Though he seemed intimidating at first, a few lengthy conversations revealed that he wasn't actually as scary as you believed. That was, until, a tipsy stranger had gotten a little too close to you and started causing a scene. Knife stood up, grabbed the creep by the collar, and yanked him away from you.

"Cut it out." He growled, only releasing the guy once he'd began to beg. Sighing, he returned to his stool, the onlookers slowly returning to their conversations.

"You okay?" He asked in his usual brusque tone of voice, raising an eyebrow.