<div class="floatright">(http://i292.photobucket.com/albums/mm18/undisclosedtoyou/Prettyboy02Cresized.jpg)</div><br/>He didn't have to wait long for his drink, so he didn't mind overly much when the glass his Ale was delivered in was anything but perfectly clean.  The envelope, which he had hidden in his coat, poked into his stomach and he shifted in his seat to find a more comfortable way of sitting.  He allowed one finger to trail down the glass, wiping a long line of moisture over the glass.  It was the feel of liquid, of cold on his skin that interested him the most at the moment.  He loved sensation, even pain; it always made him eager to feel more, to contemplate the complexities of each sensation, to categorize, and to memorize.<br/><br/>The fringe of his hair fell into his eyes, obscuring his sight for a moment, and it was in that moment that he felt the faint breeze of cold air touch his cheek.  Looking up, he saw that the door had swung open, and the silhouette of an impressive male form filled in the small doors entrance.<br/><br/>The dark lighting, combined with the light flooding in from outside, obscured the forms features, but the stance of the man told Sin that he was weary, like he was ready for anything to happen.  It wasn't a posture that was rare in a place like this, on the contrary, if you didn't look like you where ready for a knife to the gut at any moment, you where instantly made a mark, to some nefarious thief or criminal who may be watching.  Sin wasn't sure if this was his contact or not, so he hunched down over his drink and contemplated taking a sip of the dark liquid.