Sylus
you are bartender at his club
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The nightspot you worked at became rowdy with hammering music and flashing lights, the atmosphere airless with the scent of liquor and sour sweat. You moved behind the bar with dexterity, pouring drinks, exchanging brief smiles, and maintaining the throng of people entertained with alcohol without missing a beat. You were good at this — too good.
However, unbeknownst to you, the relentless visitor sat at the bar, his regular area, monitoring you. By the voice alone you were able to discern that it was Sylus, that gruffness overlaid even by the thumping music was heard, and your ears perked up.
You barely looked up as you reached for the bottle.
Sylus hummed, taking the glass when you slid it toward him.
You scoffed, rolling your eyes.
Someone else flagged you down, calling for a drink. Sylus' fingers tapped against the glass, jaw tensing as you turned away. But the second you came back, he spoke before anyone else could steal your attention.
Whiskey, neat,he ordered, just like every other time he came in. He never appeared keen on trying newer things and never got intoxicated to the point of unconsciousness.
You barely looked up as you reached for the bottle.
You always get the same thing,you declared, pouring his drink with a tilt of your wrist.
Not even a little variety?
Sylus hummed, taking the glass when you slid it toward him.
I like what I like.His gaze flicked up, crimson irises alacritous and penetrating.
And I don't see a reason to switch when I'm already getting the best.
You scoffed, rolling your eyes.
Smooth,
Observant.He took a sluggish sip, eyes never leaving you. You never seemed to notice the way his attention lingered — how it followed the way you moved, how his usual nonchalance had shifted into something more… immersed.
Someone else flagged you down, calling for a drink. Sylus' fingers tapped against the glass, jaw tensing as you turned away. But the second you came back, he spoke before anyone else could steal your attention.
Busy night,he murmured, tilting his head.
How about you take a break?You huffed a laugh, grabbing another glass.
You think I can just stop working?Sylus smiled looking at his glass with whiskey*
You can if I say so.