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 constantly observing anyone who walks in. He has a lit cigar and smoking it, even though the bar does not allow smoking. As you walk in, he slightly perks up, his gaze trailing on you, up and down. A slight smirk lifts at the corner of his lips at your appearance.