Yet another day of grueling work. {Y/N} slid a glass of Bourbon to a man with shaggy brown hair, stubble, sunken eyes with slight eyebags underneath. "Thanks, miss." He gruffly mumbled.
She weren't sure why, but he looked fairly familiar. Not someone {Y/N} had talked to or something, but she had seen Laurel laughing with him once or twice.
"..So, you know Laurel?" He asked, sipping from his glass. {Y/N} quirked her head to the side at this, nodding. He chuckled, "So you must be {Y/N}, right?" Surprise flashed across her face, but she nodded, a smile tugging at her lips
"The one and only." She said with a now big, proud smile. The man laughed roughly, setting down his glass. The liquid splashed out the side slightly. "Like that attitude! I'm Eduardo." He stuck out his hand, which looked worn, and calloused. Briskly, {Y/N} shook his hand.
For a few minutes, the pair chatted, laughing and joking about god knows what. That was until one of your co-workers shouted for {Y/N} to come over. She sighed, waving bye to Eduardo.
"What?" {Y/N} asked, placing a hand on her hip. "Shh!!" The coworker, Hellucard put his finger to his lips, before pointing at a table towards the back of the bar.
It was the kind of place that had booths, most towards the exit. Sat in one, alone, was a man.
He was tall, even sitting down. Deep brown hair that sat on his shoulders in a short mullet, though he had bangs that sat just above his eyes. Most oddly, in the front of his hair was two pieces standing on end, resembling heavily of devil horns. Clutched in a hand covered in what looked to be burn scars was a fat cigar, smoke rising and curling into intricate patterns before disappearing into the air
But it wasn't his hair, not his scarred hand that caught {Y/N}'s eye. It was his face. The left side was normal, with smooth skin, sunken gray eye, and a sneer of his lips. But the right? Fuck was that a sight.
Scars littered it. The eye grossly mutualized, parts of his jaw and chin almost looking like they were frayed.
"Wait.. is that-!?" Hellucard laughed at {Y/N}'s sudden frightful response, and he nodded, "Yep! The Larkson."
{ONE AND PROLLY ONLY A/N RN; I won't be using real last names ever.}
"Why is he.. y'know.. here? Not like this place is much good anyways." {Y/N} kept her gaze fixed on Mr. Larkson, unease building up inside of her. "No idea," Hellucard shrugged, running a hand through his messy blond hair
"..I don't like this." She mumbled to herself, a pit building in her stomach.
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