That very same half of the bar kept patrons aplenty all housed in a nature of entertainment solely, though one man was having the time of his fairly short life up to this point. The black overshirt with the sleeves rolled past his elbows belonged to Treyman who wore only a grey undershirt beneath the buttoned article of clothing, and a pair of dark blue jeans on and over his legs. He was sitting in a booth with one arm on the table and the other holding a cigarette, as he scanned the crowd and rested his cyan shaded eyes on the woman in the fishnets, which he hadn't really minded the look of in all honesty. Though Treyman was a loose cannon and the Barbaro of every story that had a Vito so to speak, so naturally he would bring his gaze to a woman like that.