[Having taken a handful of bartending jobs to make ends meet out on the road, Luca is no stranger to people slumped over the bar, bemoaning their woes. Thus, it's no surprise to find someone there when he walks in for the evening. He sheds his jacket, hanging it by the door, and glances toward the spirit that handles the place while he's away. Though he's ambivalent about its presence given its appearance, he'd prefer it linger if it meant not dealing with a drunken man and whatever plagued him.
Unfortunately for Luca, the spirit gives him a brief wink, before dissipating just as quick. Great.
Stepping behind the bar, Luca glances to the counter to establish... whatever the hell his patron has been drinking, then turns back once more. Another shot is poured and slid over to the man occupying his space. One glance at the fiery red hair tells him who he's dealing with, which... only makes matters worse. Of course it would be the person he cuddled and flirted with.
He can practically hear the phoenix snickering at the back of his mind.]
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Unfortunately for Luca, the spirit gives him a brief wink, before dissipating just as quick. Great.
Stepping behind the bar, Luca glances to the counter to establish... whatever the hell his patron has been drinking, then turns back once more. Another shot is poured and slid over to the man occupying his space. One glance at the fiery red hair tells him who he's dealing with, which... only makes matters worse. Of course it would be the person he cuddled and flirted with.
He can practically hear the phoenix snickering at the back of his mind.]
How long are you planning on moping about, then?