A ringing bell greeted Evan as he entered the musty bar, the chill from the outside creeping every so slightly into the dark room. Evan rubbed his hands together to warm up as the door slowly closed behind him. He immediately walked up to the bar, putting his hands in his blue plaid hoodie pockets for momentary warmth. Anyone who looked at the boy could tell he had just reached adulthood, most likely still in college. Along with his blue jacket, he wore black jeans and black and white Vans shoes. A soft cap topped his messy black hair, and was low enough to cover his face from curious eyes. He walked to the bar with his head low, with only a slight smile showing.<br/><br/>He took a seat beside a redheaded woman who he had noticed glance at him when he came in. A lot of people had looked at him-the ringing bell had given him away- and some were still staring. Apparently a guy like him wasn't a normal site in the Firecat bar. He chuckled as some of the patrons gave him the evil eye. They were trying so hard to intimidate him they just made fools of themselves. But the girl next to him...she wasn't trying at all but he could feel the power that she held. He was impressed that she didn't even have to try. He took a quick glance at her from under his hat, and then motioned to the bartender, "I'll have what she's drinking." The bartender gave Evan a strange look before going and grabbing the same beer as the girl, and placing it on the bar in front of him. He looked over to the fire haired girl and smiled, "Cheers!"<br/><br/>He took a long sip and put the beer back on the counter, "Man it's cold tonight."