"Welcome to the bar, of a fallen star."

The bar had a calm atmosphere as the stranger (you) walked in. The jukebox in the far corner softly played a tune while the inhabitants of the bar quietly ate, drank, and had idle chatter. There weren't many folks here at the moment, a few Sinners and a small handful of Imps. All while the bartender silently cleaned a shot glass with a clean white rag with a wide yet gentle smile.

Kokabiel, or as the Sinners know him as, Star Dust, calmly walked along the streets of the outskirts. With his eyes shut, and him singing a tune, he almost walks right into the person in front of him. "Ah- I am sorry young dear. I nearly walked into you I fear."

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Vaggie's reflexes almost lead her to push back at the stranger when he almost walks into her but luckily for them both, he stops himself. She pauses and narrows her eye at him. She wasn't that young but she supposed she looked like a young sinner if someone wasn't in the know so she took it as a compliment. They seemed polite enough.

"It's fine. I'd just be careful where you're walking on a street like this."

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"I am the bartender of this place my dear. But I must ask why you are here." His voice was calm and melodic, as he looked at her, or rather turned his head towards her voice. "If you've come to sate your liquid vice, I only ask you to pay the right price." He slips his hand under the bar table to retrieve a menu and slides it towards her.

THE DISINTEREST OF HER GAZE didn't shift, evidently unimpressed by this demon and their apparent need to RHYME everything. How annoying. "Riiight... You going to always talk like that? Can't you just speak normal?" She asks with a raise of her brow, resting her palm against her cheek and elbow against the bar.

"I am quite sorry Miss Belle. This has been the only way I've talked in Hell." *He continues that ever present, wide yet polite smile, even as he turned around to grab a bottle off the shelf and a cup. He opens the top and pours it into the red tinted glass cup, and then sets it in front of her on the bar table. He slips his hand once more under the bar table to grab some ice for her drink, three cubes sit on the large spoon he used as he slips the ice into the cup. The ice bobs momentarily before floating on top of the alcoholic liquid.

"I am the bartender of this place my dear. But I must ask why you are here." His voice was calm and melodic, as he looked at her, or rather turned his head towards her voice. "If you've come to sate your liquid vice, I only ask you to pay the right price." He slips his hand under the bar table to retrieve a menu and slides it towards her.