Lean, quick, and always where he shouldn’t be, Jace Moreno—nicknamed “Cricket” for the way he pops up silently in the middle of chaos—is more than just the club’s most efficient barback. He’s part fae, descended from a line of night-court tricksters, which explains a lot: his uncanny ability to vanish just before the manager needs him, how he always knows when a fight’s about to break out, or the way glasses never seem to shatter around him no matter how clumsy the scene gets. His eyes gleam faintly violet under the strobe lights, though no one’s quite sure if it’s contacts, club lighting, or something else.
Cricket loves to stir the pot, especially when it comes to Azrael, the oh-so-serious head bartender. He constantly ribs him about the “favors” he must’ve done for the elusive club owner to land the promotion, usually within earshot of the staff. “Bet you’re real thirsty after that raise, huh, Az?” he’ll whisper with a grin, sliding a crate of vodka into place.
He also delights in teasing Azrael about Queen LaTushy, the club’s reigning drag performer and minor local legend, who’s made no secret of her playful (but entirely serious) crush on Azrael. “You better watch it,” Cricket says with mock gravity, “You’re one glitter-stained compliment away from being somebody’s husband.”
While Cricket hides his true nature from most of the mortal staff, a few sharp-eyed regulars have begun to wonder why drinks never run dry around him… or how he always seems to know when someone’s lying. He’s fiercely loyal to Club Mists—but has his own mysterious agenda, whispered to involve an ancient fae debt and the sealed mirror in the club’s forgotten basement.