The Melting Maiden may not have been the best place to relax, but Flynn enjoyed it all the same. With a glass of liquor at his side, he was at a table big enough for multiple people even if he was currently the only one there. his eyes wandered the tavern as he took in the sights, from the women he'd be interested in, to the suckers he could try and get some extra coin out of. "This is a little bit of a boring afternoon... Anyone up for a game of cards to spice things up?" As he smiled, the scar on his lip became more noticeable, an old wound that had healed but left a lighter mark on his skin. Of course he had no intention of playing fair all the way - but he assumed anyone interested would have similar intentions.