[And like it's nothing at all, in slinks Tyki Mikk who leisurely takes a seat on a chair after pulling it back from the ring and against one of the walls. He's actually got a bottle wrapped in brown paper with him, which he sips from with an amused chuckle as he surveys who's there. (Reid, you bet his eyes linger on you especially.)
"Addicts", hm. Well, if the smoking, drinking and gambling don't count, the murder might as well.]