[@Drakey]

Clad in black from head to toe, save for the chain clipped to a belt loop that led back to the wallet in his back pocket, and the two handles of the pistols in the holsters at each hip, Grim cut a dark figure as he stepped into the virtual bar. The low lights of the place flashed glimpses of the spiraling dragon tattoo on his wrist and forearm, leading up to the rolled up sleeves of his button down shirt. The top two buttons of his shirt were undone, slightly exposing high collarbones and naturally tanned skin. Golden eyes scanned the bar, pupils contracting into slits for a moment to adjust to the light. His lips quirked when he saw the sign next to the only woman in there. He hung back for a minute when another male with robotic body parts went and sat next to her. 

 Tilting his head in thought, black stetson covering an eye from view, he hummed a small snatch of a song. Internally shrugging, he walked to the seat in the other side of the woman, noting her draconic features and black metal arm. His chain jingled as he walked and sat down. He motioned to the robotic bartender. 

[color=fff79a]"Jack Daniels whisky,"[/color] he drawled in the Texan accent that had not faded one bit in all his years roaming the states. [color=fff79a]"Just bring the whole bottle, partner."[/color] He turned to the woman and touched the brim of his hat. 

[color=fff79a]"Evening, Miss,"[/color] he murmured. He kept his senses open to asses the other male though, and his hand slid up to his left bicep to feel the hidden set of blades strapped there. Another set was on the other arm. He always came prepared. Even in virtual circumstances. He took the bottle from the bartender and poured some whisky into a square shot glass.