Barrier Gate Station West Wing Pub, The Lone Drunkard

[Juzt156]

A young gnetleman in his early twenties shuffled wearily through the door. He had a long fringe of lank, matted black hair which almost completly obscured his eyes. His skin was pale and palid, he looked ill. He took a seat near the bar. He rocked a little on the seat, and did not seem to notice anyone else or the rising tensions in the bar. He seemed a litte distant not really looking at any one, rater a point a few inches behind their skull.

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