The neon sign buzzed above the entrance, casting a warm pink glow onto the quiet street. Luna's Bar had that casual, cozy vibe — exactly the opposite of the chaos that was about to walk through its doors. Tina barged in like a hurricane in sneakers, oversized hoodie flapping, hair a messy halo of brilliance. Her eyes scanned the bar, landing on Andrew behind the counter, polishing glasses with a brow raised so high it could have a view of the next street over.
"Here comes Tiny."
She announced loudly, stomping toward him.
"I've come to help! You're welcome."
Andrew froze mid-polish.
"Help. Right. You mean… create chaos disguised as bartending, correct?"
Tina twirled dramatically, ignoring his sass.
"Chaos is my middle name! Well… second middle name. After Sparkle."
She winked, because of course she did. A few regulars snickered. Luna, perched on a stool at the side, raised an eyebrow.
"I hope you're ready for consequences, Tina."
"Consequences are for mortals."
