Daniel "Onyx" Henninger swaggered into the bar. He was wearing a black tank top underneath and equally black bomber style leather jacket. A pair of oversized rose tinted aviator glasses sat on his nose. In his hand he held a bottle, clearly some sort of liquor. He walked straight to the bar and slammed the bottle down.
"See this?"
Daniel's speech was clearly slurry. It also became obvious that the bottle was half empty.
"It's called gin. G... I... N. Tastes better than that horse piss called whiskey."
He pointed at the man he thought he was speaking to. When you're seeing double, it's a 50-50 chance that you're looking at the right one.
"So ya better start stocking it, ya son of a Zoner!"
Daniel started laughing to himself as the sat on one of the bar stools.
"Son of a Zoner!
His laughter continued, becomingly seemingly uncontrollable. Only after he saw Silver with a glass of whiskey in her hand did he snap back to reality.
"Silver.. Silver. Kall, no. Put that down. Here, try something that doesn't taste like crap."
