It was the neighborhood barbeque, and most of the neighbors were gathered at a man's house who lived just down the street. The smell of cooking meat filled the air, and the sounds of chatter from various groups filled the air as well, as the catchy beat of a boombox played it's song. There was only one guest at the barbeque who seemed off. He was sipping his glass of liquid, and a large ginger man with a full beard was talking to him, before his dark eyes noticed you.