Poor kids gonna die. The bartender sighed to himself.

Said ‘kid’ was a hunter with either confidence or (more likely) dumbassery enough to show his face at a bar like this.

To be fair, the bartender would’ve given him good seventy-thirty odds on being pretty enough to get away with his swagger. He had hair that looked like an oilspill, the blue-black strands pulled away from his face and tied with a strip of leather, and his complexion suggested he spent his spare time tanning his cheeks on Nessus.

Eighty-Twenty odds. After all, it was happy hour.

The Hunter had strolled in with bright, quick eyes and a calm smile, the white rabbit on his leather jacket seeming to rear up in interest as he walked.

“Whiskey sour, if you’d be so kind.” He’d declared, plopping an elbow onto the counter. “And a Lemontini, but I need it done special.”

The Bartender had felt the blood drain from his face at the sound of ‘Lemon’ and by the time the guy said ‘tini’, he was convinced he’d be cleaning blood off the floor.

If the kid was lucky, it might just be a broken nose and empty wallet he’d be nursing.

“Sure thing.”   The Bartender wasn’t a light-bearer. Wasn’t his place to try and save people.

“For the lemontini, could you add just a little sprig of mint, and top it off with some whipped cream and two imitation cherries?”

“The cream doesn’t come cheap.” The Bartender warned.

“Never does.” The hunter shrugged, “But I’m feeling lucky.”

Wordlessly, the Bartender prepared the drinks and passed them forward.

“Thanks!” With a word that was almost more of a chirp, the hunter seized his drinks and turned.

The Bartender hoped he’d head over to the table on the right, where some titans were watching a crucible match. Or maybe he’d sidle over to a pair of Warlocks with masterwork exotic armor that screamed they had glitter to burn.

But to his horror, the Hunter made his way to the far left, where one of the regulars sat.

That man was a hunter as well. His armor was various, ugly shades of rust and mold-green, his masked face seemingly swallowed up by the darkness of his cowl.

The Bartender had never seen him without his mask. He didn’t know his name; either.

What he did know was that that particular hunter would always shoot any Eliksni that he caught in the bar. No warnings, no insults. He just drew his Thorn and put them down, the same way he might a rat.

The Bartender had protested. Once. In response, the man had sat down on a stool and set his gun on the bar, tapping the trigger in silent threat.

“Put the ‘clean up’ on my tab.” He’d growled, in a voice too gravelly to be anything but practiced.

And to the bartender’s surprise, at the end of the night, the hunter had paid for it. And he’d been back a few weeks later. Anytime there was an incident, a bar fight, a murder, a drunken jukebox shooting, the same response.

“Put it on my tab.”

And without a given name, The Bartender had to make do. So in his ledger, in perfectly printed letters, he’d set up a new tab.

Asshole McEdge.

And right now, the sweet, rabbit-cloaked hunter was sashaying his way up to Asshole McEdge, like a raw, juicy steak dancing its way into the jaws of a starving dog.

Poor kids gonna die, the Bartender thought again, signalling to one of the waitresses to go get the mop.

He watched as Asshole McEdge tensed at the approaching hunter, fingers drifting to his holster, but to the Bartender’s surprise, his hand relaxed almost instantly.

The other hunter said something that was drowned out by a sudden cheer from the Titan table, someone they recognized had clearly scored in Gambit.

One of the Warlocks passed by the bar, blocking the table from view for a moment.

By the time the Warlock passed, the two hunters were sitting together, the Lemontini gripped possessively in one of Asshole McEdge’s hands.

His other hand was clamped possessively over the pretty hunters.

The hunter lifted his whiskey sour, and his graveled companion lifted his Lemontini in a silent cheers.

The two sipped their drinks, and the pretty hunter met the Bartender’s gaze and winked.

IT”S MY OC’S!!! I Love Rabbit so much... He’s really gotten himself into some trouble with Wiseman... I think he has a thing for hopeless Exo’s xD Also I love this SO SO SO MUCH... such a sweet gift from my friend <3