James Hendricks
After his third hit to the bottle someone was already speaking to him about his way of drinking causing him to shrug. "An ale won't really do me well, may help my head yea, but it won't help my mind. And believe me after the week I've been through I really don't wanna deal with a sober life right now." He responded before looking to the girl....Man? He wasn't sure quite yet.
The appearance to him screamed girl but she was acting out as a man? It was a confusing matter and only caused him to laugh at the everything as he deemed them to be a female regardless of whatever they actually were. "Oh I'm sorry Mi'lady. I don't mean to come off rude or anything. Just a lot of things." He spoke before turning away and laying his head back down ignoring the world all while trying to shut it out.
James kept his head low laying his head on the Bar-top and closed his eyes trying to drown out the noise pounding in his head. All while trying to do this he looked to a plate of food in which was dropped in front of him, it was of course mushed up and looked like it was poorly prepped but it was also food none the less. The boy frowned at the manner it was given in but none the less he took the food with great thanks.
While it wasn't much at first, he didn't even think about his stomach at the time and just the smell of the plate in front of him caused his stomach to bellow with hunger. "Oh right....I'm hungry...." He muttered before looking over to the lady who graciously used his money to buy him along with her and a friend some food. Of course he didn't mind at the time but it could get to him later. But for now he only raised his bottle to the lady and gave a nod before hitting it one more time.
From that point, James placed his bottle beside him and scarfed down the plate of food. It didn't take him long and showed that he was hungry. James took a deep breathe and let out a heavy sigh as he looked up to the ceiling. The whiskey had already took effect for the most part which caused the ceiling to spin a bit but it was all good. He had no particular place to be today.... Or any day for that matter.
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Vane Verano
The Voodoo priest pushed open the bar door and strolled on in as if he had just hit the lottery. Snapping his fingers to his own personal beat humming along. He was in a cheery mood and excited for the day to continue on. Strung over his shoulder was a large bag, half filled with gold the other half was filled with tinkering tools of all sorts to progress his business.
It was a wonderful day that had just gotten started and he was ready to continue. He could see a group playing cards in one corner, which he may have to join shortly just to make a bit more money. Or lose a little but it would all be profit from today so it meant nothing more.
Vane grinned his little sly grin from behind his mask and pulled out a silver coin from his smaller pouch of gold at his side. He then rolled the coin across his fingers showing off and gave the coin a flick across the table to the bar maid.
The coin gave a spin and clinked against the plate of eggs where the female was eating. Vane only gave her a wink and took his mask off revealing his pale complexion. He set the skull on the counter a few seats away and motioned towards the lady. "Silver coin should be well enough, I'll take a fine glass of ale, and I'll gladly have what she's having."
He pointed to the eggs that were over easy and went to pat his legs to a beat which he hummed off to himself planting himself in a seat only three seats away from the group. Just when he thought everything would be well he could feel the eyes on him as he swayed back and forth. Of course everyone would think he was mad. Here he was, rocking away to almost nothing and listening to a tune in his head while everyone heard god only knows what.
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