Nov 3, 2015
@ofdarcy will be broken.
"Tequila. Straight. Leave the bottle.“ The mountain of a man tells the bartender as he sits on one of the stools aligned in front of the mahogany countertop. His black hair was kept short, what was left of it was shaped in a slick backed mohawk. A simple black t-shirt with a matching leather jacket wrapped his torso and navy colored jeans hugged his legs while brown snakeskin boots adorned his feet. Calm and stiff in his posture, a certain disciplined air hung around him. A man of authority.