The door opens with force and confidence. Highlighted within the doorframe is an imposing man neigh to six-feet. His features are grizzled, as are his clothes. Bearing a confident posture accentuated by his fading reddish hair and beard, which have not felt a Barbers blade in months, OsoRojo enters the Tearoom. The most striking feature displayed by the Rig-runner is his pale blue eyes, which elicits a shiver due to a fierce will, but, with closer examination, one sees an abundance of mirth and spirit for life and liberty.
"Greetings all, it is an honor to attend your Tea party, but whose fanny do ya'll pinch to get a shot of rut-gut to shake off the cold bestowed by the Void?"
(ooc: was invited by Warbucks_Redux earlier today just posted for reference point hope ok)
