Lowell Tracey & Open
Having just arrived in town the other day Lowell was still adjusting to life here in town. Oddly enough it hadn't been too hard to wrap his head around the fact that he was stuck in a dome, in the future...in a world not quite his own. Apparently that was a perk to being dead-ish. Once you woke up dead, it wasn't really hard to accept all manner of strange things. Even his concerns over needing brains had been abated a little too after having spent the day taking a tour of the place. If the hunger got bad he already knew where the morgue was, and had spotted a funeral home too.
For now though, still fresh off the brain smoothie he had enjoyed just two days ago, Lowell found himself far more interested in learning more about the town. That and getting the chance to see who else was around too. Oh the offer to play during the open mic had been so very tempting. However instead of doing so, and possibly risking going into zombie mode when the adrenaline started kicking in, Tracey found himself settling down at the bar. Ordering a drink and just glancing around the packed establishment. "Can I get a Bloody Mary, with a shot of tequila added, cayenne pepper, and as much hot sauce as you can spare?"
With a slight smile to the bartender the man fished out a few bills, and set them on the bar. Paying for his drink, and adding a bit extra for having asked for something a bit off the norm. Still when the drink was handed over at last Lowell fished out a small plastic bag from his coat pocket, and added a few piece of a diced up ghost pepper into the drink before finally taking a sip.