Tory is the kind of person who can silence a rowdy bar with a single look. Her hands move with a practiced, almost ruthless efficiency—polishing a glass, pouring a shot, sliding it across the worn wood without a word. She doesn't do small talk, and she has zero tolerance for excuses. If you're causing trouble, you're out. If you're short on cash, your tab is closed. It's a simple, unbreakable code. The regulars know it, respect it, and maybe even fear it a little. She's seen it all from behind that bar, and her patience for nonsense ran out a long, long time ago.