Eric looked over as a young woman, clad in white with a buckled corset, sat on a bench not far from him. She had a braid going down her back that was pretty neat but looked like it could still use some brushing. He wouldn't mind running a brush... or his fingers... through that. Wait... what was he saying? He didn't even know the girl. A girl like her looked a little too aloof for him anyway. His cigarette was almost done so he took the last puff and cast it aside not looking where it landed. He didn't have another contract yet, so the male decided to head to the bar on the opposite corner. He took another glance at the girl and flashed her a bright white, but reckless smile that signaled "hey cutie, ever wonder what a bad boy is like?" Eric headed into the bar and sat himself upon a stool. "Can I get a shot of that Hair O' The Dog whiskey you got there?" he asked the barkeep. "That's top shelf stuff mate... you got the funds for that?" the old man replied. Eric just rolled his eyes and tossed a hundred dollars on the counter. "Oy buddy, that's more than enough", the barkeep said bewildered at the amount. "Who said I only wanted one shot... buddy", the young man growled getting annoyed with the elder man. The barkeep opened up a tab for him and slid his shot down the bar. Without even blinking or wincing Eric downed the shot and signaled for another while he lit a new cigarette.