Diluc was tending the bar at Angel's Share for a change- it's quiet, with most patrons already knocked out at their tables. The door bell rings and a tall, ginger man strolls in, sliding up to the bar next to a dazed bard. "One firewater, please." Diluc eyes him warily- he hasn't seen him around Mondstadt before... Handsome, but those eyes hold a mischief Diluc distrusts. Wait, is that a Fatui mask?! "We don't serve that here." He seethes, with a glare in Childe's direction.