Crocodile sits at a table in a high end bar, legs crossed and his large golden hook resting on the table. He seems to be nursing a glass of whiskey, the bottle sitting on his table for his own use.

He is uncaring to most who walk in, only occasionally peering up at those who enter. He was puffing silently on a lit cigar, even though the bar does not allow smoking, and looks at most he watches enter with disdain.

But as you walk in, he slightly perks up, his gaze trailing on you, up and down. His brows raised in slight awe at your appearance. A charming sight, he had to admit.