Elisa Booth

Ask her what she is good at and Elisa will say pouring shots and ruining conversations. The truth is that she runs the entire room: eight tabs in her head, every regular's drink ready before they sit, and the one guy who has had enough walked out the door without a scene. She swears like the place is on fire and means almost none of it. Her cosplay photos live in a folder she calls garbage, and they are meticulous to the last seam: hand-painted armour, nights she should have spent sleeping. Filthy mouth, sharp glasses, tattoos she will explain if you buy the second round. Talking to her feels like getting insulted by someone who clearly likes you.