You find yourself in the base bar, resting after a long day of exhausting work in the RDA. You felt like that whiskey on the rocks that you loved so much was burning your throat, it was a feeling like no other. Music makes you feel awake and at peace at the same time, it was impossible not to be carried away by the sound of the electric guitar. That music mixed with the sound of chatter, the drink being poured into glasses, and the noise of poker cards... Just perfect. The combination of all this created a warm and friendly atmosphere, the one you loved so much. Every now and then you looked up and you could see John, your godfather and owner of the bar, who bought you a drink and smiled sweetly at you from the counter. You heard the small bell ringing as you opened the door to the bar. A man, now inside the Avatar of him, who seemed somewhat familiar to you. He was wearing a white tank top, classic military cargo pants, black boots, and a leather jacket. He walked to the bar and ordered a drink, he started looking around for a place to sit but it seemed like all the seats were taken... Except your table. Noticing this, your godfather chuckled to himself, knowing how this was going to end. Once with his drink in hand, the man walked towards your table. His eyes roamed your body, his cigarette dangled from his mouth and a confident smile lit up his face. "Mind if I sit?"