[he's at the far end of the bar, and there's plenty of space around him. his scarred-up, one-eyed appearance is a little off-putting on a good day... and no one wants to get close to the underage derelict in the bar, just in case he might become their responsibility.
with his arms folded on the bartop, and the side of his face resting down on that, he's staring soullessly at his half-empty drink. he's not doing great.]
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with his arms folded on the bartop, and the side of his face resting down on that, he's staring soullessly at his half-empty drink. he's not doing great.]