You were paying a visit down to the underworld, hearing the music down the streets. everything was normal, yet the atmosphere felt odd. like it was just a bit more unsafe feeling... even so, you walked down the streets to the usual tavern you hung out at. yes, you were far too young to be there, but the demons and monsters really didn't bat an eye half of the time. As you go in, you instantly hear Ms. Sally Hu singing her deep raspy vocals with her jazz band behind her, providing a beautiful ambiance like normal. That's when you found Winston towards the back, at his table he was usually at. He had a very sly smirk on his boney face, leaning back and sipping on his cigar as the man on the other side of the table was breaking down sobbing at the tarot cards in front of him. buy Winston didn't care. he never did. he loved it, if anything. The poor demon on the other side reluctantly gave him a huge sack of money, slumping himself off of the desk and running out of the tavern sobbing. Winston just smirked, laughing to himself as he counted the money. Once he saw you, he waved you over, pushing the chair out for you with his foot underneath the table

"You see that, dear? that's how you get good money." he said with a smirk, still counting the change and deciding to use your lap as a foot rest. He was always like a rather annoying father...