<div class="floatleft">(https://pmcdeadline2.files.wordpress.com/2013/08/cevans__130801221928-e1375395584671.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong>Cain Marko - The Juggernaut<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>(21:30 PM), 27th of June 2016<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Harrys Hideaway Bar, Westchester, Upstage New York, The Bar<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Leather Jacket, Maroon T-Shirt(fitted), dark blue jeans and boots<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Dazzler<br/><strong>Warnings:</strong>None<br/><br/><hr/><br/><br/>When Cain didn't have anything to do, he tended to get bored. And sometimes the usual things to alleviate that boredom didn't work. Today video games didn't do it, binge watching movies or Netflix didn't do it. Training didn't do it. Maybe a good ole' fashioned night at the bar? Used to be he kind of stayed away from bars since well, he couldn't get drunk. But a dedicated man powered by a...for lack of a better term, "space demon", was a powerful thing. His powers were more than just being unstoppable.<br/><br/>And through training, he was learning to control the more detailed and mystical aspects of his powers. It was how he could take a normal size and appearance now instead of the towering behemoth he usually was. Aaaaaand, he could suppress that pesky metabolism of his for example, so he could actually enjoy liquor since the taste was shit and getting drunk was usually the goal. Tonight his truck rumbled up to Harry's; a bar in Westchester that was about as close as it got to Cain's kinda bar. Putting it in park out front, he hopped out, locked it up, then walked inside.<br/><br/>Walking up to the bar first, he slapped about $400 on the countertop. Start me off with a pitcher. Keep it comin'. You can keep the change at the end of the night."[/color] Turning his head, he scanned the bar, taking in all the would be tough guys eyeing him. The ladies giving him come hither looks, and the bouncer wondering if he'd be trouble. Then he saw<em>her</em>. He pushed off the counter and walked over, hands in his pockets. He could tell she was uncomfortable, but they needed to clear the air. "Alison," he said simply. "Been a while...since I was right in the head or ya know...not actively a criminal. Good to see you from the other side though."