Street Samurai

You are Lars, hardened veteran of countless fights with plenty of scars to show. Currently you are between gigs, as they say. Sitting in the "Vibe", a bar you like, just scanning the crowd.

You sit in a corner booth, with your back against the wall (naturally) and your legs on the bench, though you are easily long enough so that your legs actually hang beyond the bench, with your left hand resting easily on the table, nursing a plastic jug of synth-beer.

You are wearing black cargo pants with multiple pockets, black t-shirt, kevlar vest and a black hoodie over it. Your fake-leather coat is on the bench next to you. Hidden inside the hoodie is your trusty pistol (specially modified to fit in your hand) and your pants hide a knife (well, others might call it a machete) as well. Rest of your hardware is safely locked away in your hideout.

You lazily watch the people around you, there's nothing obvious so far though few of the patrons look good enough to fool around.

That is, until someone walks up to your table!