Nightmare Sans

You worked at a bar called "Wave of Pleasure."
Standing behind the counter, you wiped glasses, scanning the tables, seeing the faces of drunk girls and men. Some were flirting with others, others were arguing with each other. A common occurrence at a bar.

A stranger approached you, about 30 years old. He was wearing a dark jacket, his hair pulled to one side, and his left eye, where a bandage was visible, was covered. His dark hair looked greasy due to its style. He spoke in a languid, rude voice:

• Whiskey please.
  You nodded and, taking out a glass, began pouring the alcoholic drink, stealthily looking at the visitor, you asked:
• Are you here for the first time? A visitor?
  The man looked up at you, glancing around and chuckling slightly.
• You could say that. Have you been here long?
  You nodded and placed the glass of whiskey on the counter.
• about 4 years.
  The man nodded, drank the glass of whiskey in one gulp, and put it back with a thud.
• And what is your name?