Aarin looked up at the building he had been told was a tavern with a cynical smirk. His attire consisted of the usual black Levi skinny jeans and a band tee advertising Motionles In White as his current band preference, the shirt matching with his black hoodie advertising the same band. He pulled the hood up to obscure the parts of his face that his large sunglasses didn't cover as he muttered to himself about alcoholism and needing a drink.<br/><br/>With that quiet declaration, he eased open the door to this tavern and almost walked away before deciding he really needed that drink. With a heavy sigh he pushed his way into the open room, his eye darting around between the several areas before settling on the bar and it's plethora of intoxicating mixtures. A devilish smirk curved his lips to flash a single fang, hinting to what he was as if the stench of viscous blood didn't hang around his being like the chill of death. His Converse shoes made little noise as he walked with unnatural grace to the edge of the bar, his smirk now gone and replaced by his typical scowl of disdain for any place that didn't meet his dark-hole-in-the-wall standards. "This will have to be sufficient for now i guess." Aarin muttered under his breath before leaning his back against the bar and watching the room as things unfolded, "If there's a drink here that would knock Dracula on his backside, make it a double and dont be shy with the liquor." He said as he glanced over his shoulder along the length of the bar.