[b][color=limegreen]Thomas "Tommy" Veiga[/color][/b]
[i][sub]Location: Bar in midtown
Interactions: none currently[/sub][/i]

It was fairly noisy at the bar. It had been for quite a while actually, maybe for a few weeks now? Around the time of— Tommy didn't want to think about it now. He had pushed that off as a nightmare... no, no that never happened.

In a daze of thought, Tommy could only vaguely hear a woman calling out to him at the bar. He glanced down at the shot glass he had been shining for the last few minutes with a soft huff, quietly replacing it on the shelf. God, when did it get so loud in here?

[color=limegreen]"Yes, m'am?"[/color] The quiet, snipped voice asked.
[color=pink]"My mojito needs a refill, I've been calling you."[/color] The woman was a typical sight Tommy always saw at the bar— a 40 year old cougar sitting at the bar, downing drinks until she was cross eyed while she hit on other drunk bastards who dared come near. Humans were really annoying creatures.

Still, it was his job to serve them. Tommy started on the drink, ignoring her lingering stare at the muscles under his shirt as he shook up the drink.
[color=pink]"I might be willing to forgive you for making me wait... It wouldn't cost much, you might even enjoy it~"[/color] The cougar batted her mascara lacquered eyelashes, leaning closer so that Tommy just shot her an aggressive glance. He slammed the drink down by the edge of fingertips, making the woman jolt back in surprise.
[color=limegreen]"Your drink. It'll be on your tab."[/color]

Tommy strolled casually away from the scoffing, guffawed cougar to the center of the bar to wipe down a little spill, eyes focused on the cleaning though his ears were picking up all the sounds around him... including the beginnings of a fight.

Two idiots, around the age of college drop outs, were arguing over some girl apparently. Tommy didn't care, until he noticed a fist raise in the air.

[color=gray]"YOU SON OF A—huh?!"[/color]

Behind the belligerent bafoon stood Tommy casually, having a painful grip on the man's elbow. [color=limegreen]"Take it outside. Fighting isn't allowed in here."[/color] He stated coldly.

The drunkard grit his teeth, turning on Thomas. [color=gray]"FUCK YOU!"[/color] Again, the slob went to attack, and a loud crack was heard throughout the bar. The drunkard went flying across the room and slammed into the door, slinking down onto the ground. Tommy shook off his hand, splattered lightly with blood from the man's mouth. His hazel eyes shot to the other man, who was quite literally shaking in his boots. Calmly, Tommy muttered.[color=limegreen]"Take your buddy, leave the bar, or you'll both be leaving on stretchers. Got it?"[/color] The second man shook his head yes so quickly it appeared as if he would break his neck as he raced to the door, snatching the passed out man's collar, and running as fast as he could.

[color=limegreen]"Come back soon."[/color] Tommy called comically, smoothly returning to his place to serve drinks as the bar went back into full swing of clatter and drinking. 
Today was going well.