Dean finally walked in and he was a massive man. He was 6'4, thick as a bull and just what you could see was covered in scars. A knife wound went across his face, there was a bullet wound in his cheek, scars over his knuckles, and claw marks on his throat. There were many many more, but those were just the notable ones. He was handsome in a rugged way. He had a clean cut beard and stunning blue eyes.<br/><br/>He nodded to Dante looking quite somber and waked right over to Lyle giving a few gestures in sign language. Lyle looks instantly sympathetic and served the big guy a drink, rubbing his arm gently. After a moment he finished his drink and took his post by the door, still looking a bit sad.<br/><br/>Customers finally began rolling in and they all went to go see Lyle before anything. They loved him and loved to listen to him speak. The air around Lyle was totally different. He was beautiful and gave off a sophisticated warmth. His smile wasn't big, but gentle rather and seemed to draw people to him. His eyes were meaningful and filled to the brim with life. Women flirted as did men and Lyle was kind to them all, mixing drinks with those magic fingers of his. That's what most of the talk was about at first. Everyone loved Lyle's drinks. They didn't taste like knock off brews and the flavors and proportions were perfection everyone seemed to rave over them. They looked at Dante whenever The bartender would mention him and they seemed excited to listen. The crowd was definitely on the wealthier side, but didn't seem to discriminate too much against the people that weren't. When a fuss even started to kick up Lyle kept the atmosphere friendly with that soothing smile and voice.<br/><br/>Joe and Mira's job seemed to be waiting on tabled. They cared for customers, brought them drinks and snacks and chatted with whoever wanted to chat. A lot of men seemed into Mira's stone cold expression and she didn't have to be someone she wasn't to work. Joe got overwhelmed every now and then when women would crown him with aggressive flirtations. He wasn't the type to know how to react when he was hit on so hard all at once.<br/><br/>Finally, Lyle wandered over from behind the bar and went over to Dante. "Sorry, for keeping you. I wanted the chatter to settle down a bit before you started. Go ahead and begin whenever you're ready. Introduce yourself and just be pretty. Knock up dead, honey."