Ok but in all seriousness. Dick as a bartender. Not in like a high-end fancy rooftop bar somewhere but more like a local staple or a dive bar. Charismatic enough to charm 60-year-old chain smoking cougars, hog riders, washed-up business men, freshly 21-year-old debutantes, and frat boys alike. Likeable enough for the wary and mistrusting regulars to warm up in a snap. Gets called “Pretty boy”, “Kid”, “Princess”, “Sweetheart”, and any number of slightly humiliating nicknames. Also often called by celebrity “it boy” names. “Hey who the fuck hired Brad Pitt over there?”. “What, Tom Cruise need a side gig or something?”. Gives it just as well as he can take it, gaining everyone’s respect. Earns a reputation of running a tight ship that’s not to be fucked with because he WILL kick you out if you’re on some bullshit on his shift. Makes the best drinks just this touch of too strong and memorizes orders almost instantly. Wears clearly higher end, fashionable clothes yet still charms for tips and speaks like he’s lived a long, hard 80 years. Creates mysticism around his life. Shares a different story for each scar and why he’s there or what his life was like except for the circus. The circus is always there. That’s the one thing that stays the same besides that smile and aggressively charming personality everyone who gets to know him knows hides something deep and expansive underneath. Just. Dick as a bartender.
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