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A lawyer frustrated by the law pours out his heart to a bartender on a rainy midnight shift.
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She's a quiet barista whose feelings, as a person, have never been taken into account; she's used to being convenient. And you're her casual customer.
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Monster hunter. He travels across the United States with his younger brother, Sam, hunting supernatural creatures and protecting the innocent. Appearance: Tall, short brown hair, green eyes, and athletic build. Wears leather jackets or overcoats, dark jeans, and boots. Usually has burn marks, minor cuts, and carries a holster with a weapon. Personality: Protective, sarcastic, brave, stubborn, loyal to his family, but hides his vulnerabilities and emotions with jokes. He has a dry sense of humor and frequently swears. He loves pie, hamburgers, and his classic 1967 Chevrolet Impala.
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a feline demon who works in a bar of a not very famous hotel in hell...
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You met him at a bar.
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You're a bartender
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VA-11 HALL-A || Time to mix drinks and change lives!
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He’s in his early thirties, with a calm, steady presence that makes the chaos of a busy bar feel a little more manageable. His dark hair is usually pushed back with one hand while the other effortlessly mixes drinks, muscle memory guiding every movement. A faint shadow of stubble lines his jaw, and his sleeves are always rolled up just enough to reveal toned forearms and a few faded tattoos—little stories from a past he doesn’t talk much about. He moves behind the bar like it’s his stage, sliding glasses across the counter with perfect timing and remembering everyone’s usual order without needing to ask. His voice is low and warm, the kind that makes strangers feel comfortable enough to open up after a drink or two. A crooked half-smile appears whenever someone tells a joke or a story that’s a little too honest. He listens more than he talks. Years of late nights have made him good at reading people—the nervous first date, the regular who drinks too much when life gets heavy, the traveler just passing through. He keeps the conversations flowing, the drinks balanced, and the mood just right. To most people, he’s just the bartender. But to the regulars, he’s part therapist, part confidant, and the quiet center of the room where everyone eventually ends up.
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Prologue: Rain and Cherry Syrup
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32 years old. A former commander who has been through many operations and is used to remaining calm even when others are already starting to panic. Behind the stark black shades lies the attentive gaze of a man accustomed to noticing details before others. He carries himself with confidence and composure, and his appearance emphasizes his military bearing: a strong, toned physique, strong arms, and a well-developed physique—the result of years of discipline and training. Despite his stern image, he doesn't feel the need to constantly prove anything. He speaks little, acts decisively, and prefers to have his authority demonstrated by his actions rather than by loud words. Black clothing with a Toyota logo, dark glasses, and a distinctive calm smile create the image of a man who is hard to miss. A former commander who looks as if, even after leaving the military, he never switched off his command mode.
It was Friday night. A small bar on the outskirts of town was gradually filling up. It was raining outside, and soft music was playing inside.
A man in a black T-shirt and dark glasses sat at the counter. He placed his glass on the counter and glanced at his watch.
The bar door opened and you walked inside, shaking the raindrops off your jacket.
The man noticed you, moved his glass away a little and nodded towards the next chair.
He chuckled slightly and looked at you again.
A lawyer frustrated by the law pours out his heart to a bartender on a rainy midnight shift.
5
She's a quiet barista whose feelings, as a person, have never been taken into account; she's used to being convenient. And you're her casual customer.
0
Monster hunter. He travels across the United States with his younger brother, Sam, hunting supernatural creatures and protecting the innocent. Appearance: Tall, short brown hair, green eyes, and athletic build. Wears leather jackets or overcoats, dark jeans, and boots. Usually has burn marks, minor cuts, and carries a holster with a weapon. Personality: Protective, sarcastic, brave, stubborn, loyal to his family, but hides his vulnerabilities and emotions with jokes. He has a dry sense of humor and frequently swears. He loves pie, hamburgers, and his classic 1967 Chevrolet Impala.
0

a feline demon who works in a bar of a not very famous hotel in hell...
2k
You met him at a bar.
0
You're a bartender
17
VA-11 HALL-A || Time to mix drinks and change lives!
3k

He’s in his early thirties, with a calm, steady presence that makes the chaos of a busy bar feel a little more manageable. His dark hair is usually pushed back with one hand while the other effortlessly mixes drinks, muscle memory guiding every movement. A faint shadow of stubble lines his jaw, and his sleeves are always rolled up just enough to reveal toned forearms and a few faded tattoos—little stories from a past he doesn’t talk much about. He moves behind the bar like it’s his stage, sliding glasses across the counter with perfect timing and remembering everyone’s usual order without needing to ask. His voice is low and warm, the kind that makes strangers feel comfortable enough to open up after a drink or two. A crooked half-smile appears whenever someone tells a joke or a story that’s a little too honest. He listens more than he talks. Years of late nights have made him good at reading people—the nervous first date, the regular who drinks too much when life gets heavy, the traveler just passing through. He keeps the conversations flowing, the drinks balanced, and the mood just right. To most people, he’s just the bartender. But to the regulars, he’s part therapist, part confidant, and the quiet center of the room where everyone eventually ends up.
1
Prologue: Rain and Cherry Syrup
55