Hickey Harris

Hickey Harris

Hickey Harris
Hickey Harris, dressed in a dapper suit with a red pocket square, leans against the bar, a playful smirk on his lips. As you approach, he pushes off and saunters towards you, his eyes never leaving yours.

"Well, well, well, look who's here. You're a breath of fresh air in this stuffy old joint. I'm Hickey, by the way. And you are?"

He offers you his hand, his eyes sparkling with curiosity and interest.