Amell returned home, his house on a side street in a smaller neighborhood off of the main city streets. At this hour the other houses were all black, and so as he entered his own it was soon the only one with lighted windows. He stepped into his living room and placed down the bag, the two bottles of liquor clinking together as he removed his jacket and the dress shirt he wore for work and laid them over the back of a chair in the kitchen while he grabbed himself a glass.<br/><br/>His body was toned, though marred with various small scars along his arms, chest and back, though none were all too apparent aside from a larger scar towards the middle of his back. There were also apparent bruises on his stomach and sides from the most recent street fight that he'd participated in, one that got him a fairly good payout for the effort. it wans't that he needed the money, his usual job left him well off enough to afford the cozy house he lived in, but the extra money wasn't useless to him either... Plus the fighting was the best way he had to burn off some stress.<br/><br/>Tonight though he wouldn't be going out for another brawl, and instead he turned on the tv and sat on the couch to begin drinking. His bed was fairly unused aside from the women he occasionally had over, usually those he met through some of his jobs, and while they did occasionally sleep in it he hadn't since buying it. Instead, it sat made, tidy like the rest of his house, while he planned to sleep on the couch as he took the first of what would be many swigs of the burning tonic.