"Drink sir?" Asked the bartender, his hand polishing the shot glass in his hand, laughs heard around the bar.

But the man he had politely approached was the outcast in the positive environment. The bartender inquired again,

"Sir? Pick your poison please?"

Deciding to respond to the polite bartender, the skinny man looked up, looking scrawny yet sturdy. His cold emerald green eyes bore straight into the bartenders, his hair scraggly and black.

"Scarlet O'Hara," The newcomer spat, his light bilgewater accent pouring from his mouth, his eyes narrowing, "Since you're so persistent."

The Bartender shrugged off his hostile approach; after all, he had served several champions from the shadow isles, and glazed his eyes upon the kid.

"Whatever pleases you, Rafyx?"

But by then Rafyx was already watching the others laugh and drink, their recent wins excusing them of the most absurd games, drinks, and comments. Rafyx simply grunted in response. He was brand new to the league, and the only reason he joined to begin with was to hone his skill, so he could hunt better, gain money, and use that money to feed the mouths of whatever family he had left; a nephew and a niece.

The Bartender cut off his train of thought once again, "Scarlet O'Hara, like you asked."

Rafyx grabbed the glass, waved him off and thanking him grudgingly, bringing the drink to his lips as he looked over the entire bar.

He watched the groups, his triple barreled harpoon by his seat. He watched a man flip some cards and do tricks for a woman who (in his opinion) was poorly dressed, her skin blue. He had to hand it to the man who spun these cards, for he seemed to make her smile with every trick. He swiveled his head to survey a small group sitting and laughing, a gorgeous lady playing with an intricate harp. Rafyx then whispered their names, as one would say a bird's specific species before snapping the picture of it, slipping it into an album.

"Graves…. Sona…. Ezreal…. Lux…"

His eyes hardened at the sight of the mermaid. "Nami…" His fist clenched at the mention of her name, his knuckles whitening. Oh, how he simply couldn't wait to nail her scaled on his trophy room, completing his vast collection…

Then the craziest thing happened. Nami got the nerve to get up and walk to him, her tail swishing as she politely smiled in his direction, Rafyx Immediately lowered his head, his hand that was holding his drink threatening to shatter it.

Nami sat politely beside him, the others in the group not paying much attention to the member that had decidedly left, their minds too sloshed to even count the drinks they had consumed, their breath ghastly from feet away.

"Greetings newcomer," Nami began, "My name is-

"I know who you are, Nami," Rafyx immediately interjected, his hand beginning to crack the glassware, "I know everything about your species. And I know you should leave."

Nami hesitated at his hostility, but attempted again. "Can I ask who you are?"

The glass shattered, had Rafyx not been wearing a glove would it have cut open his right hand, the rest of his wear telling his career path. He wore a sleeveless, black vest, an emerald green shirt underneath, harpoon tips and staffs on a belt that went diagonally across his chest o top f the shirt but underneath his leather brown vest. He also had Brown baggy cargo pants on, stuffed in huge black boots with silver metal plating. A strap went around his right leg, holding a knife and a small black flashlight. Buckling his pants was a brown belt, holding shotgun shells, and grenade canisters.

Rafyx looked up at Nami with such an intense hate she faltered, Graves noticing his stare and the uncomfortable position he forced her into. "I told you to leave," he growled lowly, turning to spit, his fists clenched, "But like the rest of your kind you want to persist and bitch."

"I apologize-

Rafyx snapped at her again, his fist slamming the bar stand clattering table hard, plates and drinks shaking, "Get the fuck out of my sight before I make you give me a real apology!"

The bar stopped its positive outlook, everyone turning, half amused, half shocked at the outburst, nami herself offended and almost in tears, scared half to death.

Rafyx then felt a tap on the shoulder, a low voice followed by a drawl breaking the silence.

"Now that's no way to treat a lady, Kid."