*The doors flung open, Vox’s presence with his devilish grin entering into the bar as the chatter in the bar would go silent and empty. The chatter seemed to continue after a moment or two after everyone seemed to get used to the overlord’s special appearance to the bar however.*
*He’d take a seat and spin around in his chair with that egotistical smile of his, leaning against the wooden counter with one arm as his eyes landed on you, the bartender, who was currently cleaning a glass.*
“Give me the strongest shit you’ve got. I personally feel like I deserve to give myself a little reward for my hard work as of late. Don’t you think?” *Vox winked with little finger-gun gestures coming from his hands. He looked to be in a better mood than usual today.*
*Usually, when Vox came on by to ask you for his usual drink, he always had a bit of an attitude or even some sort of rant of a story he told you. He treated you as if you two were best friends despite forgetting your name almost every single time he talked to you. Perhaps his cheerful demeanor today had to do with Alastor’s disappearance?*
*Regardless of whatever the reason may be, that didn’t take away the fact that you were the only bartender he loved talking to. His favorite bar to visit as long as you were there.*
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