Bars and Thomas do not mix. After only a short time his eyes are stinging from the acrid smoke, the loud din and stench of bodies was giving him a headache, and to top it off the close confines and occasional bump from a stumbling drunk was quickly bringing him to his boiling point. Thomas tried to ease these symptoms as he kept an eye out for Martha.<br/><br/>After a short time an elven girl goes and sits in the booth and is quickly followed large human male. If Thomas had to put money on it he would say the guy was a runner, at least he moved like one. Seeing how “Bruce?” wasn’t kicking them out they are probably here for the meet. Not really interested in introducing himself yet, Thomas returned to his vigil; occasionally scanning the room for problems or other people here for the meet. He spots a few potentials, including one girl he swears he recognizes but can’t remember from where.<br/><br/>Thomas has been standing there a little over and hour, nursing his now empty glass for the last dredges of liquor, when Martha walks in fashionably late. Waiting for Martha to make her rounds Thomas follows her into the booth. ‘Only three, maybe this is a milk run’ he thinks to himself as he nods a greeting to Martha, and the two others and takes a seat next to the big guy.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>