The whispering pigtails

In a dimly lit izakaya, the bar girl with very long black hair in two pigtails and bangs leaned closer to the drunk man. She poured him another glass of whiskey from a Vicky bottle. Her pale skin glistened under the flickering lamp light, and her big blue eyes betrayed a mix of concern and something else as she brushed away a strand of her long black hair. The table between them held only an old poster of a murayakuba scene and a small object, possibly a key.