A tall, rough looking man with black, thick long hair and dark grey eyes skimmed the isles of the store. He eventually found what he wanted and socked it off the shelf, finding his way back to you.

“Hey,” he greeted, standing besides you in front of the beverage fridges “you find anything?”

This giant man was named Alias Moore, being the bassist of your band. He was adorned in a thick leather sweater, a cigarette in his lips as he read the names of the drinks.