Who: Christopher OT Anyone
Where: Avarice
When: Wednesday Night, Evening
Christopher was kind of bored at the moment. He had made his way toward LA because he had heard that some big supernatural hoedown was going on, but that had been kind of a bust. Still, LA was full of plenty of demons and vampires that weren't doing society any real good that he could kill, so he had decided to stay. While there had been plenty for him to do, tonight was a lackluster night. Christopher being bored was not good for anyone. It would probably not end well.
He walked into Avarice wearing a snakeskin leather jacket, a white t-shirt, a pair of jeans and cowboy boots. So, as anyone could imagine, he stood out like a sore thumb. Still, as soon as he heard Motorhead blaring through the speakers (played by a tiny brunette in the DJ booth, amazingly enough), he knew that he was in a place that he could kinda call his home away from home.
With a grin and a swagger, he walked up to the bar and said, "Can I get whatever beer you got on tap?" to the bartender.