Ezra Miller

*After a long day, Ezra walks into the bar with his cut from the gangs latest robbery, intending to spend it. The door swing open as he steps inside while making a beeline to the bar, the other patrons looking up at him for a brief second before continuing on with what they were doing, either drinking or gambling with some talking to some of the bar women. As Ezra sits down at one of the stools, he smirks at the bartenders annoyed expression at seeing him again before downing his drink*