The Alcatraz Inn // Bar RP Unlawfuls Invited!

[JorgeRyan]

With a swagger in his step Rhys entered the Alcatraz bar. "Hey Steves, hit me up with something. Nice and strong, yeah?".

The current barman, who was not in fact called Steve, scowled at the young man. "How many times do I have to tell -sighs- screw it fine. Heres ya drink." He turned and returned to serving the other patrons.

Rhys, drink in hand and rapidly entering his stomach, wandered around, trying to find someone to talk at. With no such faces presenting themselves for a lecture in the finest points of why Kusari sucks, he sat down at the bar and got onto the main activity of the night. Drinking his problems away.

Before long, with a crowd of bottles and on-lookers around him, he was soon on his way to being comatose. The crowd, being the helpful and caring sort they are, started to take bets on how much it'd take to wake him, with a few of the more helpful sorts, closing in to administer some "help".