Frostmane
The wild ork grabs the barista, who had tumbled onto the floor, and starts hauling him away. The elf steps back toward the door but continues to cover the crowd with his gun.
Kitten
The gangers don't appear to have spotted you. They come around the corner of the building and walk toward the road, but stop about halfway down the alley. They're both about medium build, wearing faux-silk blazers and stylish glasses. One, skinnier, has thin, neck-length black hair and color-shifting forearm tattoos poking out of his sleeves that seem to flow all over his hands. The stockier one has a slick black mohawk. "Shouldn't be long now," says one of them. "Eyes is gonna let us know when he comes out."
Menzo
You manage to make it to work without incident. The bar is in Yau Tsim Mong, far from the excitement in Happy Valley, but the area is still packed with rubes, swindlers, and drunk sports fans hopping the bars. You greet the troll bouncer on the way in, and see your coworker Leroy behind the bar. Leroy is an elf from UCAS, the type of person who travels the world in search of new places to party, who always seems to know everyone and how to get anything.
"Heyyyy, Menzo! It's crazy tonight. Check it out," he points at the trid screen, which shows burning piles of debris on Arena Ave, and police chasing and being chased by drunk youths and opportunistic anarchists. "Glad we're not in Happy Valley, huh! I'm gonna go take my break now." He pats his jacket pocket.
The bar is loud but not prohibitively crowded, and the patrons are being reasonably polite tonight, so far. An thin, attractive human woman, possibly around 30, with long black hair approaches the bar. She's wearing one of those edgy new cocktail dresses with various translucent sections. "Vodka, on the rocks," she says once she gets your attention, which doesn't take too long. "Top shelf, the real stuff." You get her drink and she smiles. "Hey, you look like one of the weirdos. Anything going on tonight?"