hugo sat at the countertop facing the bartender, his face rough and dirty from recent meetups with the inglourious basterds. “scotch.” He called without context, his voice intimidated the surrounding people. His voice fell silenced, his resting face expressionless, and undoubtedly not looking to chat. Hugo was a inglourious bastard, known for his hate against nazis and nazism. Many seats down, a beautiful young woman sat with a cigarette in hand, inhaling and exhaling the smoke gracefully. It was almost angelic. Hugo turned his head. “scotch.” The woman ordered to the bartender, nodding her head in the direction of a glass.