The bartender looked up as the roar of a bike filtered in from outside. She placed her hand on her hips before she walked out from behind her bar and to the doors of her establishment. She watched the man, her eyes roaming his form as she assessed him, her hand still on her hip. "You look like you could use a drink, sugar."
“What tipped you off?”, Lobo leaned over the handle bars of the stolen bike, former property to the bounty he came to collect on Pandora. Said bounty’s dead body was strapped securely to the back. The target put up a hell of a fight, and Lobo’s current state showed that off. Tattered clothing, dried blood, and a disheveled hair.
“Need a drink and a hot shower.”