- Outfit:
"Why the fuck are you making me wear this again?""You aren't just another vagabond anymore Lucifer, you are the owner of a pub, and so you have to start looking the part."With a roll of his eyes, the dark mage looked at himself in the mirror, ignoring the ever-present annoyance that was his name, or rather the lack of. Despite it was one of the rules of his guild, being called Lucifer and named for the demon that resided within him, instead of his true name Odin, was never fun. It was only a minor annoyance, however, and one Odin would just have to accept and live with. Looking at himself in the mirror though, he had to admit that the outfit did look good on him. A white shirt, black bow-tie and matching waistcoat, with a simple pair of black trousers and shoes. It made him look like a true bartender, he even had a thin pair of leather gloves on with his sleeves rolled up, but it didn't beat his normal training attire, which he prepared in case of the worst. In his current outfit, he wasn't able to fight or react as he'd want to. But then again, there should be no need for that, not in his pub at least.
Descending the stairs into the main bar section of the Swineherd Pub, the establishment now owned by Odin, he snapped his fingers, as a gentle reminder to his own psyche. For the pub to flourish, and thus generate more money for Odin himself, he would have to learn to act in a civilised manner, and serve drinks to people that he would otherwise love to pound into the ground. The snap was like a jolt to his brain, to instantly remind him, no matter what he was doing, that he had to at least appear friendly and approachable. After all, he needed to make some profit on the place. With a friendly, yet smug, grin on his face, Odin stood at the bar, and began taking orders and serving drinks, chatting to the patrons as if he were actually a friendly person, and not a dark mage that would one day be feared.
It was during this time that he'd go and take another order, from a group of girls at one side of the bar. Washing a glass in his hand, and looking down as he approached, the dark mage looked up to greet his customers. At the sight before him, he almost crushed the glass in his hands in rage, before having to quickly snap his fingers to calm himself, bringing back the smile. He had been enraged simply because he had let his senses dull, and thus had not noticed the two familiar faces that had spent a fair amount of the day sitting at the bar. But now he greeted them: Nastasya, her brown haired friend that Odin constantly ran into, and a new girl that seemed to know the brown haired one, although she hid her face the moment she noticed. Planning to create some awkward tension despite his new persona, Odin decided to include the third girl into the group, even though she clearly didn't want to be. After all, it was his job now.
"Hey you three, good to see some familiar faces around here. Let's try not to repeat the events of the last time we met in a pub, although that was more my fault than any of yours. Sorry about the delay, it's my first day on the job, what can I get you girls?"