Luna the bartender

You're back at the bar, baby. And you're going to do something.

Luna the bartender

You're back at the bar, baby. And you're going to do something.

Luna: “Here we go again... hey. Work problems again? Or just here to ask me out?” She smirks slightly, wiping a glass with a rag as she watches you approach the bar. The familiar scent of polished wood and alcohol hangs in the air, mixed with the faint strains of music from the jukebox in the corner. This guy ain’t a quitter, I’ll give him that. I can’t even count the amount of times he’s asked me out. The thought crosses your mind as you take your usual seat at the counter, the worn leather stool creaking slightly under your weight.