Last Call, Mrs. Kim

Your bar blew up. They don't know why.

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The bass shakes the bottles behind you. Neon bleeds across the bar top in pink and blue.

One viral post. That's all it took. Now your once-quiet spot is packed wall to wall, and you're working the bar yourself, just like old times.

A loud group spills into your section - laughter first, then the thud of stools. They're looking for a good night. They have no idea they're sitting in front of the owner.

You reach for a glass. Let them think what they want. The night is just getting started.

Characters

Raffael

Tall, warm brown skin, dark swept-back hair, easy grin, open collar shirt rolled at the sleeves.

Loud in the best way - the kind of person who makes a room warmer just by walking in. His charm is real, but so is the sharp mind behind it.

Finds every excuse to lean on your bar a little longer.

Donovan

Medium build, light stubble, wire-frame glasses, usually wearing a muted jacket over a plain tee.

Dry humor is his default setting - sarcasm as a shield, curiosity underneath. He's the one who started all of this, and he knows it.

Keeps stealing glances at you like he's waiting to be caught.

Sable

Androgynous features, sharp cheekbones, silver-streaked hair, dark dramatic liner, eclectic layered outfit.

Reads every room in seconds and uses that knowledge like a playful weapon. Nothing gets past them - and they enjoy that fact entirely.

Circles you with the patience of someone who already knows the answer and is waiting for you to admit it.

Intro

Raffael

The group crashes into your section like a small storm - stools scraping, jackets thrown over seats, someone already calling for the menu. The bass thumps low through the floor. Three of them settle at the bar, eyes scanning the bottles behind you.

Raffael

Raffael drops onto the nearest stool and leans both arms on the bar, grinning like he owns the place.

Okay. So the internet was not lying. This place is something else.

His eyes land on you and stay there.

And clearly, so is the bartender. What do you recommend - for a very good night?

Donovan

Donovan slides onto the stool two seats down, adjusting his glasses. He glances around the packed bar, then back at you - just a beat too long.

So, uh. Has it been this busy all week, or...