Shift had been oddly long and dreadful. Even that it was under the week, not even Friday or Saturday, somehow massive amount of people had found their way into Mo’s Spot , serving for the bar to extend their opening time to no real end as it was visible at the moment. Already 3 am. Oddly wobbly mass of human bodies was calm but demanding at the same time, serving for rather taciturn pianist to play one song after another, trying to get away from annoying female clientele, swarming smaller site of keyboard instrument with request after request for next song that was more soft than anything with pep, not that Starrk would mind apparently, but reasoning as to why they were asking for such songs was too obvious for male who preferred not to be approached or even touched.
Obviously unnormal amount of customers also lead to brunette man being held on musical facility, normally would be inclined to have a chat or two when begging would subside for a while, with tall barkeeper just to pass the time with something else than hacking on the ‘grand baby’ like Mo liked to name expensive plaything.
“Mhm?” Low sound leaving lips, now occupied with cigarette, occasional smoker as he was, sometimes would grab towards tab in stressed or bored situations. When suddenly crowd was lifting around him towards a degree he hadn’t realized until could breathe freely again and a fine as well as fragile object with liquid was placed on top of polished piano-surface, much to surprise for Starrk who hadn’t even noticed Kenpachi approaching and being apparent reason for crowd hurrying away in – well some people might call it fear, musician would call it ‘respect’.
He chuckled lightly, slender digits embracing polished glass with drink liquid mixer was so generously providing him with and lifted it to his lips, finally being able to take a sip after being trapped for who knows how long between requests, polished keys of grand as well as swooning women. Mhm. Taste was unknown – would need to inquire later, but good nonetheless, like always when the tall dark-haired lead bartender went to mix one of his special creations. Short nod followed when Kenpachi had left again, nevertheless one word would be uttered in thoughts. “Thanks.”