The C16 Tavern

He would slide his phone in his pocket, looking up at the barman. "You don't seem to be the owner. Where's that guy? I need my paycheck."

 

The African looks to the man, flexing his biceps.

"I don't know. I'm just security."

 

"And you're serving drinks?" He would laugh, looking at him in disbelief.

 

The OG African would furrow his brow, flexing his biceps once more.

"Are you trying to imply I'm unable to serve drinks because I'm black?"

 

He would sip on his drink for a while, overthinking the possible complications if he did say yes to that question, he would answer with; "More because of the black shirt with Security on it."

 

Unfurrowing his brow, the OG African would allow a smirk to play across his face, revealing incredibly white teeth. His dark skin would accent them.

"Bartending is as easy as grabbing a drink and handing it over, friend. Not too much work."

 

He would gaze at the incredibly white teeth, as multiple questions crossed his mind, he got off with the worst one; "Who's your dentist?"

 

He would look at the "Vampire", judging wether it would be safe to take the gum from such a delusional person, to have kurozael tattoo'd on his chest. He slightly shakes his head, answering; "I'm fine, mate. Thanks."

 

The OG African pays no attention to the pale figure and its gum, and instead looks again to the other.

"I don't know my dentist's name, he lives in the hood. Calls himself Sloth."

 

He would take out his phone, swiftly looking on it, before placing it in his pocket again, sipping on his beer. "He did an amazing job, unless that's your natural color." He would then chuckle at his own joke.

 

The bartender walks up from the basement with a box of glasses. "You actually came from the hood?" He sets the box under the counter. "You don't really look like it."

 

He would flail his arms, screaming; "SHUT UP WITH YOUR PUNS, I DO THAT."

 

Calms down, pointing his thumb to the guy. "Yeah, what lip guy said."

 

"It's my natural color."

The OG African looks to the bartender, flexing his bicep. It would be incredibly muscular, most likely making him intidimating.

// Here's an image for visual aid



"What are you trying to say, bartender?"

 

"I said nothing. Nothing at all." He rushes to start polishing up the new glasses.

//My eyes. They burn.

 

// Aint it sexy

The OG smirks, turning back to the counter. He places his right hand on the table, and uses it as leverage to leap over the counter. Flexing his muscles, he brushes off imaginary dust from his arms, looking around at the bar for any trouble.

 

The OG African goes over to the pale man, approaching from behind. He places a firm hand on the pale man's shoulder.

"What are you doing?"

 

*Begins to DDoS the bar*

 

The bartender walks over to the masked man and whacks him across the back of the head with a trout. "No. We told you last time not to pull out your laptop here."

 

The OG African laughs at the pale man. He likes his sense of humor.

Looking over to the man DDoSing the bar, he pulls out a colt, holding it sideways and aiming at him as he nears.

"GET THE FUCK OFF THAT LAPTOP BRO!"