Fro Errant violently entered the watering hole, his cheekbones ridged with fresh cuts. He proceeded towards the individual tending bar, scanning the occupants he noticed.. a rather arousing masquerade.
Must be the vodka...
"Pour me something heavy, chief." He said to the bartender, whom nodded before reaching for an unlabeled bottle, pouring Errant a large glass.
Errant picked up the glass and walked over to Chris.
"Nice piece. Where you score it?" He asked, pulling an inhaler from his pocket, inhaling sporadically.
