Rocket (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} reallyhardcore) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} toboldlyrpg, |
Rocket needed a drink, badly. Hopefully, this place had something strong for the little creature. His small 4' foot frame came walking in, as he already got looks. Like they'd never seen a talking creature before. But Rocket also knew no one was like him. Already he came to jump up on the counter and place his order. Once it was in, he would move towards one of the tables and take a seat.
That blue drink in hand as he came to look around to those who came and went. A snarl escaped his lips. If anyone called him a Raccoon he was going to rip their eyes out. His arms crossed over his chest as that dark purple ravagers outfit rested over his furry frame.