Ryker hesitated a moment before following the lady inside. He'd never been such a fancy establishment that it made him feel extremely under dressed. He looked back at the men who had arrived after him and even they seemed fancier than him. Clearly he was the butt of the joke in this scenario. He pulled at the color of his shirt and then felt his back pocket for the invitation to make sure it was still there. The words in his vocabulary would never be able to describe the scene before him. The inside reminded him of a museum he had camped out in once during his travels. He looked at his feet to make sure his shoes weren't dragging dirt in with them and then turned his gaze to the food before him.

It'd been a while sine he'd last eaten and his stomach made it known, but he was too skeptical to accept any food right off the bat. He'd learn many times that people would slip something in a delicious treat only for you to wake up with nothing but your underwear on. Ryker began to feel like coming was a mistake, like he had no reason to be here when clearly he was the least qualified of the group. He watched the women go to the bar and his mind quickly went to liquor as a way to ease the tension he was feeling inside of his muscles. [color=00746b]"I'll take a scotch, clean,"[/color] he said with a little bit of confidence in his tone. He had his ID ready in his other pocket with his wallet in case they didn't believe him to be of drinking age.