The flight had been boring, filled with nothing but the emptiness of space. It wasn't as if Atrocitus needed company, but he could use a drink. He'd not be calmed by it, but he could admit to his thirst. It was easy to work up a need for fluids and rest when perfecting revenge and using one's rage.

Making his way up the shiny, silvery steps, he'd found his way inside, glaring at the pulsating neon lights, his rage growing even now. The sight of dancing alien couples and drunken bumbling the first impression he receives in the bar. Atrocitus scoffs, taking a seat in a booth as a waitress glances at him.

"Something strong and powerful," He growls out loudly to the now scared looking woman, his voice booming over the pounding over the bass filled music, not bothering to watch her scurry off, or even notice as she comes back with a large mug of something dark and acrid. He slams back the drink in one gulp.

His eyes drift to the stage at the center of the bar, the smell of smoke thick in the air.