Danny
He watched the late comer enter, lighting another cigarette and taking a heavy drag, he was sitting in a chair, his red-laced boots propped up on the table. (I guess I should point out what he's wearing) Black, 14 eye boots, with red laces as previously mentioned, a pair of simple dark blue jeans, rolled up above the boot and pulled up to his hips, a red pair of suspenders, and a black T-shirt with a white [url=http://ancient-symbols.com/images/irish-symbols/original/celtic-cross.jpg] Celtic-Cross [/URL] on the center. He also had his black leather jacket hung on the edge of his chair, and his cap on his head.

He eyed everyone in there, directly, and he didn't need to hind behind subtlety to do so.

[Color=darkgray] "So, secrets, mind if I ask what the fuck it is we're here for?" [/color]
He asked with a grunt, since he and his demon shared the same voice, it always sounded a bit more demonic than the average voice.