Tanek & OPEN
The liquor flowed freely. If you wanted something else, you could go bug the witches: Sorin's Maenad's kisses were also available. However, if you wanted something else, something more illegal, something stronger - well, rumor had it that Tanek was your man.
He kept the pills and powders in his fanny-pack. It was a part of his outfit. Tanek looked like an unholy union between a hipster kid and the alto boy - or maybe just like someone who fell on a rack in a second-hand store: he was wearing a hat with a pompom, a flannel shirt, skinny jeans and clunky cowboy boots.
Tanek was high himself. He was in the middle of the make-shift dance floor, dancing along to a remix of Twist of Fate. It looked like flailing, although keen eyes could see that Tanek's limbs actually followed the beat. He was mouthing along to the words, giving a pretty dramatic performance. Obviously, he was having a good time.