<div class="floatleft">(http://media.gq.com/photos/585421bf8ba341a6292b90b6/3:2/w_880/0117-GQ-FEOS05-Jon-Bernthal-02.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Character Name</strong>: Frank Castle (The Punisher)<br/><strong>Date/Time</strong>:  (19:58 pm), April 19th 2017<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Josie's Bar, Hells Kitchen,  New York City<br/><strong>Wearing</strong>: Black Baseball Cap, Black Canvas Jacket, Grey shirt, Jeans, Boots<br/><strong>Tagged</strong>: Captain America, Wolverine, Wasp, Rogue, Shadowcat, Black Knight, Deadpool, Meggan, Ruse<br/><strong>Warnings</strong>: None<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Rubbing his left wrist with his right hand as he moved towards the bar he knew nothing was there but it would take some time after he had only been out of the restraints for a few days.  Frank had received the invitation as he almost had pitched it since it was nothing official but instead he had fought the urge mainly because of who it was for.  This was a matter of respect even if he wondered why they bothered inviting him, no doubt feeling there was a catch somewhere in there but that just be his nature talking.  The baseball cap was pulled down low as he moved down the sidewalk as he knew that just because he was free didn't mean he wasn't seen as a wanted man by local law enforcement.  Even if they ran him at the station and he had cleared, he knew any beat cop was just going to draw on him and cuff him and ask questions later.  His left hand finally raising to grab hold of the door as he would enter the small bar as they were in a part of New York he knew all too well.  Dark brown eyes looking over those present as he would not move for the bar quickly.<br/><br/>His hat still down he would move in a perimeter as he knew that there were all manner of supposed hero that frequented this bar, just because he and the devil of hell's kitchen had an understanding didn't mean they were friendly either.  Deadpool of course was hard to miss even if he wasn't doing a detailed look over the red would hit anyone with a pair of eyes over the head.  Janet and Johnny were a bit more subtle but he was quick to deduce and note them as he would continue his slow walk as he would stop by the pool table.  The crack of the cue off a striped ball heard along with the clunk of the ball falling home in the pocket as he would not see Rodgers anywhere.  Pulling up his sleeve he checked his watch as he noticed he was still a few minutes early, then again he doubted that the one they were celebrating would be late on purpose.<br/><br/>He couldn't hear what the others were talking about but he wasn't going to push his way into anyone's conversation, he might shake hands with Rodgers and wish him well before taking his leave if this was just a social call.  They might have freed him from that super super max hell but that didn't mean he had to be the life of anyone's party either.