He felt rather grumpy at the moment. His contact had never shown up. Which, in turn meant that he didn't have the information he needed to complete his current job. And that then led to a dissatisfied if not outright angry client. Tonight was an all around shitty night.
He trudged down the dirt path toward The Forgotten Ones Inn. His previous stay here had been pleasant enough. Figured he could stop here again on his way home. The client was going to give him hell, he just knew it. Not like it was
his fault though. If Jinn came within ten feet of him, he was going to kill him. Simple truth.
Upon crossing the inn's threshold the young man headed past the formal front rooms and straight for the bar. Maybe in a bit he'd shoot some pool, but for now he needed a drink. Nah, make that two. And something stronger then beer.
He slid onto a stool and waved to the bartender who was currently wiping a small assortment of glasses dry. The bartender set down his busy work, then headed over toward the newcomer.
"Anything I can get you sir?" He asked.
"Whiskey on the rocks."
"Preference on the type?"
"Jack if you've got it." He did love Jack after all. As the bartender poured his drink, the young man let his bag fall to the ground with a thump and brushed his shaggy black hair back away from his face. He really did need to get it trimmed. Somehow, he had the feeling he had had that same thought the last time he was here. . . Weird.
OOC: I'm using the NPC bartender. FYI.
