Knuckles

Location: Seven Corners, The Blue Flame
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Ever since arriving in Denon very few places offered any comfort or space to cool down from a hard day's work, one was his shabby apartment and the other was a Tavern named the blue flame. The bar was a hotspot for Darkwire members as well as locals who were looking to have a good night out. At this point you could say it was his second home, considering

Walking through the entrance of the warm and cozy establishment he weaved in and out of patrons standing around, even nodding to some who he had talked to before. At least if the authorities came barging in looking for him he'd know a few people in here who would cover for him and even fight for him if needs be. Darkwire itself was one big family, once you were a part of it everyone had your back no matter the problem. He felt belonged, and that's all he asked for when they were all against one common enemy. From the looks of things, it seemed to be a busy night, at least most of the faces he saw were friendly enough.
The teen took a seat at the bar and took off his blue jacket, placing it across the back of his chair to get himself comfortable for a while. Catching the attention of a cleaning bartender he came over and listened to what he had to order "The strongest beverage you have in stock, please" Cartri said sarcastically, something of which was replied with a smirk and shake of the bartenders head "Yea, by all means in a few years time. For now your keeping to the juice" he replied, his hand dropping a clean mug into a container below the bar. Cartri shrugged and let off a small chuckle, clearly knowing he wasn't going to get it anyway "It's the effort that counts... Can I have a milkshake instead, surprise me"
With a small nod, the barman turned away and began prepping a mystery milkshake, something of which was sure to taste sensation no matter the flavor. Tapping the table a few times a thought from earlier reminded him to check his datapad for any jobs coming up, forcing him to lean back and grab the device from the inside of his jacket pocket. Tapping away on the screen he eventually went into his own world of thinking, blocking out the noises of the customers talking around him.
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