Boom Town || Nyx & Bern
He’d never been much of a drinker and any of the need to had all but vanished once he’d joined the Syndicate. Even if it had been whiskey fuelled rage that had led him to even be a part of it in the first place but that doesn’t mean he relished the lack of control it brought him too. From that day a month could easily go by without a drop of alcohol passing his lips. His rage wasn’t something to be played with and the chance of stoking it with the liquid wasn’t one he was willing to take most of the time. He’d be no good to the Syndicate if he ended up behind bars for making a mess of some guy who couldn’t keep his mouth shut.
But for once he’d craved it. Not enough to get him drunk, of course but just a quiet drink at a bar. With the Initiative around more than anyone wanted he was tenser than usual, coiled like a spring and ready to jump into action at the first opportunity. There’d been no break through for him in finding the man Gwen had asked him to take care of and that alone had driven his frustration levels high enough to try to find something to take a little bit of the edge off.
His intention had been to get to Left Blank at a quiter time, avoid having to make small talk with people who he’d rather jut ignored him so he could ignore them right back. Except the place was full, with him having to direct a few curt nods to other members that he saw in the place. All the Selvaggios were there, Rhys and a couple of others too. But instead of striking up a conversation like he maybe should have he focused on what he’d come there for and bought his whiskey before heading to a more peaceful corner. The table that he had his eye on only had one other occupant who seemed like she’d be happy enough in her own company and let him have his drink in peace. Clearing his throat, Bern got the woman’s attention before inquiring gruffly. “This seat taken?”