Chance walked into the bar, his jacket drenched with fresh rain.<br/><br/>"Man, I'm glad to be back indoors." Chance said as he crossed the threshold. He had absentmindedly entered the bar, and didn't take the initiative to check exactly what building he had wandered in. A warm, dry place where he could spend his time in the company of others was all he was looking for. So naturally, he looked for the closest shelter he could find that was open. It wasn't until he sat down and hung his jacket on the chair that he began to soak in his surroundings.<br/><br/>"Oh! It's this bar..." Chance said. He wasn't sure how to properly react. His emotions were conflicting with one another. The bar he had entered was famous for serving anything one could ever want, however, that came with a downside too. It meant it not only attracted the attention of innocent passerby like him, but also those who had a.... broader spectrum of what foods were on the menu.