The Destroyer, better known as Roy, was in a tux. This was a VERY special occasion, for he was never seen anywhere in civilian clothing. Walking into the bar, he looked around. There was a seat towards the back that he was supposed to meet his contact at. His contact was an important political figure, hopefully they would show up. He strode over to the booth and sat, the seat groaning under the weight of the man. He gently felt his facial scars, running a finger down them. He looked out of place here, being a huge man covered in scars, facial hair, and having long hair, but he didn't care.
"I'll have whatever wine you recommend" he said, looking around. Where was this person?
He looked towards the stage while he waited. There was supposed to be a singer here, hopefully she'd be good.
[member="Alice Shaw"]
"I'll have whatever wine you recommend" he said, looking around. Where was this person?
He looked towards the stage while he waited. There was supposed to be a singer here, hopefully she'd be good.
[member="Alice Shaw"]