Maita'i Roa from Thai Guy by zykO
A natural introvert tires with constant travel. Each new place poses new trivialities to get accustomed to and a new apprehension to fight off. He was no different. He learned a long time ago that his haven would be the local dives - a sort of portal into a new world with, you know, a little help. But as always, he enters to be met with darting eyes and fading smiles - his only solace being the bold and brazen bartender who fixes him a drink to soothe his caged anxiety. With each momentous sip comes a perpetual sense of calm - an uneasy lull in the chaos... right before the storm crashes upon the sides of a rocky past; before he has grown accustomed to his surroundings - before he overcomes his anxiety... his nervous introspective prison. With the last sip, the Tiger awakes. He leaves the dive in a fit of ruin and carnage. As he walks back towards the stunned bartender, he slips him his tip with a smirk he fought all night to muster. "That drink. It was amazing."
