This is not Ganymede. Is that weird? It might be weird.

A freckle-faced man with espresso eyes and a wild mane of dark hair that can't decide on whether or not it wants to be curly walks in, smelling like coffee and tobacco and dressed all in black with silver jewelry including a skull ring and an ankh necklace, and he's not Ganymede, but in the right light, he looks just like him.

He saunters up to the bar with the same confidence one might expect if he owned the place, too. Come say hi?