Rashid, still remembering his encounter with the drunken midget that almost kicked his ass, strides casually into the bar with a joint of synth weed in his mouth. Apart from the general crowd, he immediately notices what appears to be a dog-humanoid thing sitting next to someone.
"What in God's name- man, I have got to lay off this chronic!" he says to himself while shaking his head at the sight of the bizarre creature.
He takes a seat at an empty table and surveys the room.
Clif, one of the very few men he knew who was actually in the bar, was chatting with an oddly dressed fellow about something he could barely make out. He looked way too drunk to talk to, and Rashid didn't even want to try understanding the fella he was sitting with.
"Barkeep! My mouth is as dry as a senile hooker, gimme a drink over here!"
The bartender lazily pours Rashid his drink and hands it to him. As Rashid begins to take a sip, he spits the liquid out all over the floor.
"Ugh.... I told you man, I don't drink alcohol! Get it right next time!" he shouts angrily
"Okay okay, i'm sorry I forgot, geez!" the bartender says as he pours Rashid a glass of coke
"That's better.."
As Rashid sips his coke, he spots a man sitting at a corner table, who looks to be a newcomer. "This must be the 'Mikey' guy I been hearin' about." he thought. He makes his way to the new Rogue's table and begins to speak with him.
