"I swear Holly, I scared him so bad he pissed himself and ran clear to Manhattan in nothing but his towel." Would be the words that greet anyone that just entered the Trip Trap. The words had come from a pale, dark haired man sitting at the bar with a glass of whisky in his hands. He was wearing a tight fitting black T-shirt that had it's sleeves ripped off, a pair of black skinny jeans that were ripped at the knees and had a wallet chain hanging off it's belt lope, and a pair of black combat boots. The man was laughing between sips of his drinks, to which the white haired bar tender named Holly rolled her eyes and gave a small smirk. "Sure Boogie what ever you say." She responded to him as she refiled his drink. "It's true Holly, when have I ever lied to you." The man, whose name was reviled to be Boogie, said with another laugh and a drink of his whisky. Boogie was about to take another sip of his drink before he heard the door behind him open up and he turned around to catch the sight of a red head walking into is favorite watering hole. "Who is she?" He thought out loud to himself.