[i]Jacqui bows, smiles, and enters, approaching the men that waited for the two of them. The first fit the bill of a cowboy, with one noticeable difference. The man stood at a tall six-foot-three feet tall in height and had the shoulders of an ideal football player, making him seem like a rather large cowboy. He bore a dirt brown duster on his large and muscular body, riddled with bullet holes from escapades prior and with cuts lingering on the very bottom, the tatters of the duster blowing in the wind and bringing out the brown boots he bore. They had spurs that went jingle, jangle, jingle and matched his hat fairly well, which concealed a lot of his face, with the exception of his beard. Gear-wise he was somewhat well armed. On his back was a shotgun, one with three barrels and looking to be break action, god knows what kind of ammo was loaded in that thing. On his hips were two revolvers, both onyx black and inscribed with words on them, though they were too dirtied to make out. He appeared to have a cybernetic left arm, which was all black and made of carbon fibre with an orange stripe running along the top of the left forearm, his sleeves rolled enough for it to be seen. It had the blue insignia of a Cobalt Phoenix on the center of the stripe, with the letter J to its right and a T on the other, in a forest green. Sitting beside him was someone who looked normal, or at least as normal as one can look at a bar literally called the Lounge of Blades. He was a slim and athletic-bodied figure, like what a runner or a swimmer would be in terms of appearance. He bore a green jacket on his upper body with the words "Gen. Treyman" on the left breastpiece of the jacket - It was what a soldier got to keep when he left the war in Vietnam, though this was a different era's jacket. He bore a pair of deep blue jeans and a set of black basketball shoes, with a light white tee shirt on under the jacket that clung to his body in an almost ill-fitting manner, though it was rather thin and allowed a breeze to flow onto him. He didn't have anything in terms of weaponry, aside from a simple Colt Anaconda .44 revolver in a holster, on the inside of his jacket. He was military after all, so keeping a simple sidearm in a civilian environment was smart. He looked amazing facially, with a strong jawline and a set of blue eyes that stood out on his fair skin. He had a pair of light blue eyes that shined in the light, which captivated the interest of anyone that spoke to him, or even looked him in the eyes. Overall, he looked like a chill redheaded dude. Jacqui took a seat at the table they sat around as the bar was a bad spot to hold a conversation between four people. Treyman looked to be taking swigs from a vodka bottle periodically whilst JT, the Cowboy, chugged his whiskey whenever he had the chance. Jacqui just ordered a scotch. [/i]