[b]Lancaster Render - Tommie's - Baylen Denny, Danielle Foster[/b]

The night air was bitter and took nips at Lancaster's face as he rounded the corner, headed for Tommie's. Butting out the cigarette before entering, he stuffed his hands into the pockets of his jean jacket. He was in a rather stale mood. Items and crates at the warehouse where up to some strange activity lately. Finding them moved or missing. Lancaster was sure someone was messing with their stuff - but how? You'd need some pretty heavy and loud machinery to break into the warehouse. He cursed under his breath as he walked in, nodding to the bar tender. 

"Danielle," he greeted her. He needed to talk to Thomas, tell him what was going on with the warehouse. But first, a drink. "Scotch," he told Danielle as he waited next to the bar counter, scanning the crowd of rowdies of any sign of Thomas or anyone who could direct Lancaster in his direction. He noticed Baylen and took a few strides towards him after receiving his drink.

"Any sign of Thomas?" he asked him with his voice low, and his drink in the one hand while his other hand was buried into his jacket pocket. "Someone's been fucking with the warehouse," Lancaster said before taking another sip of his drink. Just thinking about it played with his nerves. He was the one who oversaw the warehouse, making sure that everything ran smoothly and nothing was swiped from under them. He battered himself internally with failing. Obviously, someone was getting into the warehouse, and thought it was funny to mess things about and take what wasn't theirs.