The sound of bass booming and crowds of people laughing and talking seeps into the Black Cherry bar as the large elaborate sound proof doors slide open and Sunny walks in already with a small bottle of whats left of some gin in his hand, having gotten it from the small bars at the night club. He takes a long swing from the bottle and downs the drink as he steps in with a slight wobble in his step, not too noticeable and well hidden. he felt a bit tipsy but not too much. The high was a good feeling that he liked to get into often but he knew when to draw the line... most of the time.
He is wearing his black AFC jacket on and a dark red shirt underneath, the letters not clear of what the shirt says. He has black jeans on too that aren't too baggy but not too tight either. The bar plays a rock tune in the background, setting a light mood.
He walks to the bar counter with its shelves illuminating bottles of what seems like all shapes and color., neatly organized and placed on display. He slides the now empty bottle on the bar counter to the bar tender working at the bar and gives a smirk. "Could you..." He shakes his head with a little groan, "fill this bottle up... or get me another one... maybe a whiskey... and some of that synthetic weed from the back too.. with something to roll it in."