12-18-2015, 02:38 AM
Scott watched the brief interaction among the three men that arrived at the bar and then looked back over to the mysterious and middle aged bartender.
"Dully noted..." he found himself tapping at the square studs in his ears, reminding himself that they were there, but that did not matter. At least he hoped not. He was a bit itchy for the triggers to his strapped pistols underneath. "I'm really not, actually, but my family thought I couldn't handle it, so I'm kind of proving them wrong. I've been following a GPS, so there's that maybe. Just need to find somewhere to rest for the night."
They believed he was getting a bit too cocky. Maybe he was. His last conversation with his father was a bit cruel after all, but the coot had the habit of constantly trying to compare him to his brother. It seemed like the old man and his older brother did not succeed in a massive genocide so much that the council wanted to see Scott in a week's time. He finally noticed part of the Celtic mark poking out and cleverly pulled the sleeve up while reaching for his wallet.
"I think I'll get the burger and fries. How much do I owe you?" He looked closely at the man and began to wonder. Not enough to cause him to become a bit alarmed, but was it possible he was what he was looking for? The reports said the nest was bit higher up in the mountains, but maybe this man was something else. There were so many of them lurking around after all.
"Dully noted..." he found himself tapping at the square studs in his ears, reminding himself that they were there, but that did not matter. At least he hoped not. He was a bit itchy for the triggers to his strapped pistols underneath. "I'm really not, actually, but my family thought I couldn't handle it, so I'm kind of proving them wrong. I've been following a GPS, so there's that maybe. Just need to find somewhere to rest for the night."
They believed he was getting a bit too cocky. Maybe he was. His last conversation with his father was a bit cruel after all, but the coot had the habit of constantly trying to compare him to his brother. It seemed like the old man and his older brother did not succeed in a massive genocide so much that the council wanted to see Scott in a week's time. He finally noticed part of the Celtic mark poking out and cleverly pulled the sleeve up while reaching for his wallet.
"I think I'll get the burger and fries. How much do I owe you?" He looked closely at the man and began to wonder. Not enough to cause him to become a bit alarmed, but was it possible he was what he was looking for? The reports said the nest was bit higher up in the mountains, but maybe this man was something else. There were so many of them lurking around after all.