[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=97e23b]Bartholomew Rosecliff[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://i.imgur.com/GxId9ub.jpg[/img][/center][hr][hr][center][b]Location:[/b] Ville au Camp - Kitchen House
[b]Skills:[/b]N/a[/center][hr]
	He pursed his lips, the moonshine burning still as he exhaled at Alexandra's apparent attempt to tease him. He scoffed when she gagged from the alcohol. "[color=97e23b]Now I see why we won the Cold War. Not quite as tough as us Americans, eh?[/color]" He smirked playfully, before realizing she would have no idea what that was. He gave a glance around the group, as he smiled. They seemed to be a bit of a motley crew, but he could see himself at least getting used to these people, if not becoming friends with them. In time, he thought, however weird things may be now, this too would pass, and become a new normal. This thought, in a way, was a bit of comfort that Bart latched onto, the promise of a happiness latter on. It was bittersweet, but it was something.

	Bart, who's drink was close to half empty at this point, gave a small laugh and shook his head, as a drinking game was suggested."[color=97e23b]I don't know if I'm ready for [i]that[/i] quite yet.[/color]" He said. He had two reasons for his denial; one, he knew somebody was dead, so the Emendators had enough on their plate without dealing with a bunch of drunken idiots, two, he was lightweight as fuck. He was relieved, therefor, when the Giant's voice came out from behind him. He turned to face him, as he chided them for the idea. He didn't like the idea of being spoken to like a child, but he put those feelings aside for the moment, given whatever grief he might be feeling. 

	Bart raised a careful eyebrow, "[color=97e23b]So, on that subject, what exactly do you have to offer?[/color]" He was curious about the exact amenities of where he'd be living. That, and the fact that it was yet another distraction to push him away from the endless carnival ride of insanity and depression that this life seemed intent on thrusting him along. He was quivering a bit, still shaken from what Alicia showed him. He took another sip of his drink, the burn kissing his lips, and cascading all the way down into his stomach. He took a breath, steadying himself, clinging on still.