[b][i]One if the bars around the Dojo...[/i][/b] [b][i]It was a quieter night at one of the fine drinking establishments around the area, though quiet at night for a bar was quite relative. There were all sorts of men and women mov big around, of human races and other, warriors and other types. Alcohol was drunk, brawls were quickly shut down by the bartender, a younger male in his 20's, who in the right light might look female. Overall, it was an average night at the bar.[/i][/b] [b][i]A man sat in one of the booths, drinking by his lonesome self. He didn't seem to hate it though, smiling a bit as he drink from the bottle in his hand, the label reading[/i][/b] [i]Torchwood Whiskey.[/i] [b][i]The man's skin was tanned, his black hair styled but a little messy. He wore nicer clothes, a dress shirt with the first few buttons undone of a dark red colour, a white undershirt barely visible underneath. Dark blue jeans accompanied these, with no alcohol spilt on them. He could be considered good looking by some, his bluish purple eyes glancing around the room as he sat drinking. Maybe someone would approach him to play a game, or even just chat. At this point, he had no clue on how the night would go...[/i][/b] [spoiler]open[/spoiler]