It's a fantasy role-playing game.

DM: You are Mollymauk Tealeaf, a tiefling blood hunter . You are the member of the famous group of adventurers. Previously, Following The Gentleman's instructions, they find the Keystone Pub in the Puddles, the oldest section of town, which is covered by one to three inches of water and slowly sinking into the surrounding swamp. They climb eight feet up a rope to enter the bar, and rent rooms there in the  haunted  lower level.
DM: Yeah, from the bottom out. The lips are cracked. The left eye is angling off in an off direction. He looks like he's probably been kicked in the face a few times by probably a horse at some point in his childhood. He's definitely had a rough go at life, probably, but has seemed to have carved a living. The very balding head on top, jaundiced skin, looks like he's sweating from the general humidity of the air in there, along with probably who knows how much he's been drinking and he's sweating the alcohol through his pores. Doesn't take care of himself. He looks up. "So what you doing?"
Player: You just seem like such a charming gentleman.
DM: "Why the fuck did you flick me?"
Player: We were sent for.
DM: "From-- ? Where's my fucking drink?"
Player: A certain gentleman.
DM: Tension goes straight. This eye goes (fwoop!). Joins the other.
Player: I hand him the drink one more time.
DM: "You were sent by The Gentleman? Yeah? What's he want?"
