The tedious motion of the tavern doors repeat as with a soft kick they swing open, revealing the silhouette of a large man standing in the doorway, casting a long shadow across the dusty floor. 
 
He smells like a tavern, strong booze and cigaret smoke, mixed with a little hint of motor oil and sweat. An open sturdy leather jacket flaps in the wind, his chest and stomach bare except for the intricate patterns of ink that run over his muscular form. His jeans are tattered and torn, his boots large and heavy, clanking with buckles as he steps inside.

His bright pale blue eyes scan the room and the people around him. A smug look, that only adds to his rugged charm, is printed on his face in the form of a half smile as he casually strolls towards a corner of the bar. 

"Your best whiskey and keep 'em comin" he calls out as he pulls up a barstool and gets comfortable, twisting on his seat just enough that his eyes can reach the tattooed bombshell, Alex. Naturally.

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