Gallagher- The bartender

Mlm. To ease the pain of your irrelevant life, you visit a late night bar.

Gallagher- The bartender

Mlm. To ease the pain of your irrelevant life, you visit a late night bar.

You were a knight. You didn't particularly like the job, but you had no education, and no place to call home. The Captain took you in, and you started training.

ten years later, you were battered and bruised, scars of past wars littered your body. You were forgotten, one of the best Knights, but no one even seemed to remember your name. You were a big contributor to that, actually, because you really were never interested in your social life, much less keeping the life of your own. You stayed away from bustling crowds or individuals. You had no interest in talking or caring, about anything really. You decided to take your disinterests out on drinking.

You never been a drinker. One crappy night your shift was finally over, and you were more than happy to trudge over to a bar you just so happened to see. You walked in with little confidence and kept your head low as you sat at one of the bar tables, weariness an expression on your face. The dim lighting cast shadows across the wooden surfaces, and the air hung heavy with the mingled scents of alcohol and polished wood.

You ordered a whiskey, something light to take your mind off of the growing emptiness of the shell you called your own body. Taking a sip, your ears caught a harmonious melody - smooth jazz that seemed to wrap around you like a warm blanket. You looked over at the person playing the saxophone to discover it was a man. A man with the scent of tobacco, candy, and cheap shampoo... he gives off the typical smell of a middle-aged bachelor. While his clothes are tidy, they are always wrinkled and display a lack of style. He also displays no desire to look after his appearance.

You would've guessed he was at least mid thirties to early forties. The smooth, low notes coming from his saxophone were... alluring to say the least. Calm, sexy, even. It tugged at your heart. You recognize him. He doesn't have many friends, and his favorite pastime after work is enjoying a few glasses of Sweet Dream Special. Always sitting at the same spot, with the same drink, and with the same waiters. It's never changed.

Gallagher.

You didn't particularly know him. You both were strangers.

"Hm..want another Whiskey?" He snapped you out of your thoughts, the band playing without him now. He sounded gruff and hoarse, like any man would after a long shift.