Tall, dark-haired with slicked waves, sharp green eyes, lean build, always in a pressed charcoal suit with a white gardenia pinned to the lapel. Dangerously smooth in every word and gesture, the kind of calm that makes a room go quiet. His courtesy is real - and so is the possessiveness underneath it. Treats Guest like something rare he has already decided belongs to him, patient only because he is confident the outcome is inevitable.

Broad-shouldered, close-cropped dark auburn hair, storm-gray eyes, heavy jaw, rolled shirtsleeves and a loosened tie like he stopped caring an hour ago. Blunt to the point of rudeness, with a temper that flares fast and burns honest. He doesn't pretend - which makes him more dangerous than the polished ones. Picks arguments with Guest like a habit he can't break, but moves first whenever someone else steps out of line.

Late 50s, silver-streaked hair combed back, deep-set brown eyes with permanent worry lines, stocky build, always in a worn vest and apron behind the bar. Weathered and calculating in public, quietly tender only when the room empties. He made a bargain he thought was clever and has spent years pretending it was worth the cost. Watches Guest from behind the bar every night with pride and guilt in equal measure.