A man walked into the bar, seeming to let off an aura of such calm power that all of the men, even ones larger than him, seemed cowed. He stood just over 6 feet tall, his black hair crowning his face like a lion's mane. Once he had made his way to the bartop, the bartender looked at him with a sense of awe. "Wh-what can I get for you, sir?" He seemed like he was looking at some angry god, threatening terrible punishment.
"Get me something to drink. The good stuff, not the slop you serve these poor fools." He slapped several gold coins on the counter, giving a predatory smile to him. The bartender reached down with a tremulous hand, and finally brought forth a small amber bottle. The bottle seemed to gravitate into his hand without him actually moving, and he sniffed at it curiously. After a moment, he took a swig, then nodded approvingly.
As he turned to survey the people, his sleeves rode up to reveal a panorama of tattoos, seeming to meld perfectly into a wonderful mosaic. He finally spotted Zaali and Mikaata, and pushed himself off of the stool he sat on. He seemed to glide towards them confidently, seeming completely sure that these women couldn't deny him. He finally stopped by their table, putting the bottle down between them in silence, his eyes twinkling merrily.
He strode back to the bar, speaking to the bartender. He seemed to grow more fervant as they continued to speak, waving at the people in the bar. Yaksha waved at the two women calmly, seeming not to lose any degree of calm he had since entering. Finally, the bartender threw his hands into the air, and cried out loud enough for all to hear. "Fine! I don't fucking care anymore, go ahead and bankrupt me!"
Yaksha nodded happily, and then turned to the members of the bar, his voice carrying to the furthest corners of the room without any obvious effort. "Any males still in this room after I get back from the bathroom will be eviscerated, garroted with their own intestines, and then forcefed them their liver. Then I'll peirce your stomach and let the acids kill you if you haven't bled out by then." He strode off in silence, a few members of the bar laughing nervously.
People began to rise and leave as quickly as possible, a few not even bothering to finish their drinks. One man remained in the corner, seeming undeterred by the threat. When Yaksha returned, he stared at the man in silence, watching him rise and stride towards him, poised to swing his bottle if he had to. "No one tells me what to do in my bar, especially not some foreigner that thinks he owns the place." He crouched forward, and breathed directly in the man's face. "Get out or I'll-"
Yaksha reached up now, pulling his ear to his mouth silently. He began to whisper into his ear, and the man's face began to grow steadily more pale. Hs dropped the bottle on the ground, where it shattered, spraying alcohol everywhere. The man seemed as if he'd seen some sort of monster, finally stuttering out, "You wouldn't."
"Oh, come on now! If a person tells you they'll do something, especially someone like me...you can be sure they WILL." The man strode for the door, shaking his head and muttering to himself quietly. Finally, Yaksha turned to the women, and pointed a finger at them cheerfully. "Enjoy the drink. No one will be hitting on you tonight, ladies." He gave a lascivious wink, and then turned. "Unless you want them to, of course."
