Griffin studied the woman who bought him a beer. She was prettier the the women he ususally saw in his fathers bar. At 6'4 he towered over most of the crowd when he stood. Most of the patrons recognized him so the moved out of his way as he slowly walked towards her. Tonight he was wearing his classic black leather jacket with a black tshirt underneath. His black leather pants hugged like a second skin. "Are you looking for trouble lady?" He asked her.