@kazimehz
Blood curled a gloved finger over his lip and scanned the bar for his next target. It was a lively night here, and so there was no shortage of raucous groups around to observe. At the counter was some poor sod crying into an empty beer bottle. The Hatter figured him too easy a target, and much too sad to focus on. He shifted his gaze instead to the two men next to him, in their early twenties, slapping their knees and swaying in their seats as one showed the other his phone screen.
“Fufu...what about them?” He points in their direction discreetly. He smirked, side-eyeing the person in the seat next to him. “The chipped paint on those fake watches, and earlier they bought a round for the entire bar. The woman they’re ogling on those devices has to be using the bastard and bleeding him dry.”
