[hr][hr][h1][b][i][color=efb4a0][center]Bartholomew Rosecliff [/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1][hr]
Bart had made mental notes of the bloodstained sidewalk and chalk on the ground. Clearly, some kind of tragedy had recently befallen either the club, or at least people who happened to be walking by. He frowned a bit as he made his way over to the bar, Lucky ducking into the bag as they went. Bart sat down when he got there and waited for the bartender, taking this time to reflect and think over what he'd seen. He stared down at the bar, as he ran through what could have happened. There were more outlines than he could count, which meant some kind of shooting was most likely. He'd thought he'd maybe seen a headline concerning that a few days ago, but he never read more into it, being busy with getting his affairs in order after the move. This didn't sit well with him at all, he had known that this wasn't the safest place in the world, but he wasn't expecting something like this so quickly. He exhaled, shaking his head, before standing up and deciding he needed to find out more about this now that it was on his mind.

He took a quick look around the club, thinking he might ask the poll the patrons for information. His gaze settled on an elderly woman in the back, and decided that she would be the best place to start. He was pretty good at speaking to older people, and he was sure that as long as he was polite, he'd have nothing to lose. He approached the booth carefully, and announced his presence with a quiet "[color=efb4a0]Ahem.[/color]" He waved down at her and said, "[color=efb4a0]Pardon Me miss, I-I hate to interrupt, I just wanted to know if you knew anything about the... mess outside.[/color]" He asked, not quite wanting to call it what it was, a crime scene. " [color=efb4a0]I uh, I'm new in town, and I just need to know what in the world had happened.[/color]" It was at this point, Lucky peeked his head back out curiously, disturbed from Bart sitting down and getting back up again.