Chase McKinney was seated at the bar, a couple empty shot glasses in front of him, but he looked clearly unaffected. He had a dark brown overcoat, a casually dressed moment for the cocky man..

He made casual chat with the bartender now and then, bored and annoyed by the fact nobody was interesting enough to talk to, especially since his brother, Merritt had walked out on him after an insulting comment Chase had made...

"What a bunch of incompetent losers.." He growled in complaint, fussing about the people who kept to themselves..