It was late at night in Wrath.. all Striker wanted to do was unwind and take some time to relax at his local bar nearby where he lived; a rather crappy apartment, which was the most he could afford. He sat at the bar, a glass of beer in his hand as he took large sips from time to time, taking in his surroundings

“Mm..”

He looked back and watched the bartender as he worked, looking rather bored but relaxed, which was rare for the assassin. As he was staring into space, he was suddenly snapped out of his daze when he heard the sound of someone siting next to him.. and lets see they caught his eye. He glanced over and saw you.. and he definitely thought you were the looker.

“Damn..”