James walks up to the sliding doors of the Colonial Bar, they rip open James takes one step in and looks up seeing a half empty bar and a small brawl to the left between a couple members of squad 42. James walks slowly to the bar and takes a seat, the bar tender walks down to him and places a napkin on the stainless steel bar.
Bartender: Well....dont you look like a bat out of hell...Whatol ya have?
James leans back on his stool revealing a shady beard and bloodshot eyes.
James: Ill take a Crete Rum.
Bartender: You got it.
The bartender walks back after a few and brings back two shot glasses.
Bartender: The extra ones on me keep at the hardwork son.
James: Ya thanks appreciated.
He sits there for a few minutes before taking his first shot and then downs the second. His face flushing red he leans his head on his elbow taking in all the work he put in the past week.
A moment later he hears the shutter doors fly open, leaning up he takes a look wondering who is pondering there way to the Crayter Bar........
