[right][h2]Charlie's Catharsis[/h2][@BaronOBeefDip][/right]

[color=808080]A man approaches from behind the bar, wearing a plain white t-shirt tucked into worn jeans. Around his neck hangs a simple cross on a chain.

As he steps closer, the bar's dim lighting reveals what initially looked like shadows on his skin—tattoos covering every visible inch except his face. Saints gazing out from thick forearms, scripture winding around his knuckles, prayers climbing his neck. Religious imagery layered across brown skin like penance made visible.

His expression remains stoic as he stops in front of her, waiting.

After Charlie gives her order, he nods once and turns to begin preparing it. The silence stretches before he speaks, voice low and quiet.

[i]"Rough day?"[/i][/color]