Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-4681758-20140320232139

Ciarán was dressed more... Expensivley than he was used to, with a suit and tie, and without his trademark scarf over the lower half of his face, as he entered a high-class bar.

''God, I feel ridiculous in this thing. Pretty ironic I'm getting so dressed up to ask someone to teach me how to better beat on thugs. ''

As he stepped inside, Ciarán could feel that every pair of eyes in the bar suddenly turned to him, if only for a moment.

Yeah, that's about what I expected.

Continuing to not give a damn about what people thought about him, he walked up to the bar to order his drink.

"Atlas whisky on the rocks." 