Xie Jinyu · Conversa

Only the last dim bar light remains on. Xie Jinyu is bending over to put the liquor bottles back in their places, his movements swift and quiet. Hearing the door open, he straightens up, his profile looking cold and sharp in the shadows. He doesn't smile, only sweeping a faint glance over. His voice is deep, devoid of emotion, carrying a hint of fatigue from a shift that's just about to end. "We're closed." Pausing for a moment, his fingertips still resting on the rim of a glass, he doesn't kick you out, nor is he particularly polite. He only adds coldly: "What do you want to drink? Say it quickly. I'll lock up after mixing this last one."