Post by leo on Jan 28, 2015 5:19:10 GMT
Leo walked into the Rabbit Hole and looked around for a few moments before walking over to the jukebox. Without a moment to look at the song lists, he put in a dollar and hit a few of the numbers. After that, he walked over to the bar and signaled the bartender. "Can I get a glass of ice and your most expensive scotch?" The bartender looked at him for a moment, not recognizing the guy. "If you want the bottle, we'll need to set you up with a tab first." The bartender said to him. Not even looking up, Leo pulled out a wad of hundred dollar bills and tossed it on the bar. "That'll cover it." The bartender said scooping up a tumbler of ice and grabbing a bottle that looked ancient. It had long lost it's label. "Thank you..." Leo said as he started pouring the scotch into his glass. Setting the bottle down, he scooped up the glass and drank it all at once.
There were a few people who looked at this guy and whispered to each other. No one seemed to recognize him but it seemed like he was a regular. Finally, the track that had started playing when he entered the bar had ended. And his song was up. Listening to the old tune and nodding his head to it, Leo poured himself another drink. He was an odd looking guy compared to the denizens of Storybrooke. He had long blonde hair that had electric blue streaks in it. He had a full sleeve tattoo on his right arm. And he was only dressed in a black leather jacket, white muscle shirt, a pair of baggy black pants, and some black boots. Considering they were in Maine, one would thing he would dress warmer. But Leo wasn't worried what everyone thought about him. They wouldn't remember him tomorrow.
There were a few people who looked at this guy and whispered to each other. No one seemed to recognize him but it seemed like he was a regular. Finally, the track that had started playing when he entered the bar had ended. And his song was up. Listening to the old tune and nodding his head to it, Leo poured himself another drink. He was an odd looking guy compared to the denizens of Storybrooke. He had long blonde hair that had electric blue streaks in it. He had a full sleeve tattoo on his right arm. And he was only dressed in a black leather jacket, white muscle shirt, a pair of baggy black pants, and some black boots. Considering they were in Maine, one would thing he would dress warmer. But Leo wasn't worried what everyone thought about him. They wouldn't remember him tomorrow.
Song playing on the jukebox: The Wanderer- Dion
