Atlanta leaned back against the bar and waited, listening to the music that flowed and the thrum of people's feet. The air was electric, and he could feel the fun. In the world before, you had to know when people were having fun or just wasting time through booze and women. The past was too easy going for everyone, not until disaster struck anyways. Now fun is something seldom wasted. However tonight he wasn't having fun, Atlanta was merely wasting time to quickly finish the day. A day he wasn't fond off. He kept his days busy in his Workshop, working on a new car based on the same body design as the one he left behind before the meteors struck. But today he had hit a dead end, whatever stock engines the authorities and government officials harbored and saved during the holocaust was kept lock and key on one of the storage warehouses. To get one of those engines is to petition a form of request and wait for approval from the big heads up at town hall. And those damn government processes take months to even get a result. its funny how the government responses and results still stayed the same even after the end of the world.<br/><br/>"It's almost closing time..." Atlanta said in that growly voice of his as he shifted in his position only to be surprised as he saw Barry ramming his way inside the Bar shouting nonsense.. Atlanta didn't pay much attention to the old fool although he kept a close eye on the drunkard should the deranged man try anything relatively dangerous that could hurt bystanders.<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Inventory and Character Status</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>Inventory:</strong><br/>Handgun<br/>A Pack of Cigarettes<br/>Pocket Knife<br/>Compass<br/><br/><strong>Current HP/SP Status:</strong><br/>Body Points - 166<br/>Stamina Points - 160<br/>Status - Well Rested</div></div>