H made his way down a quiet street, his hair slicked back, stuck in place after a long day in the very hot kitchen. He was underdressed, like he usually was, wearing a pair of shorts and a Death Grips t-shirt. with worn out vans and short black socks. He was never one for covering his body up too much anyway though. The art permenantly placed into his skin was meant for him, but he did enjoy sharing it with everyone around him. If he had one thing he was proud of about his appearance, it was his tattoos. Everything else he held a certain ambivalence towards. He wasn't exactly a fan, but he didn't mind. He couldn't afford better and he was fine with that. Still, it sucked to be the smuckiest smuck in the bar. There were some benefits to being poor though. He couldn't afford to smoke anymore and the cravings were less and less frequent nowadays.

"Ay Bob," H said with a small nod as he made his way into Mingle, snagging a green glowstick that he stuck behind his ear like he would a pencil. H was never one for following the rules to the T and liked to add his own personal flair to most things he did. "Oi, bargirl," He said with a wave, dropping into a seat, "Usual strawburry bahnahnah, ya?" His eyes had taken to scanning the room, finding a cast that wasn't particularly out of place. He had noticed that folks who were a little... [i]out there[/i] tended to flock here. He could only guess why some of the people chose to crash here, though the blue banders never seemed out of place to H's eyes. They all had some air to them, like mum and dad didn't accept their particular lifestyles. He was right alongside them after all, though the reason he was estranged with his parents was much less noble.

As the smoothie reached him, he snatched it up and greedily sucked away the first half of the smoothie, happy to have something cold in his system after the twelve hour shift. Mingle's strawberry banana smoothies were practically crack to H, not that he minded. They were a good kind of crack. One that didn't need more and more to give you that same soft airy feeling. He took another glance checking out the bar, noticing the empty glasses with remnants of strawberry residue, a small smirk crossing his face as he dug back into his own drink. Looks like he wasn't the only one with an addictive personality here tonight.