<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/cBphfpN.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Adam O'Connor<br/><strong>Alias:</strong>Warden<br/><strong>Where:</strong>Main Floor<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open<br/>_____________________________________<br/><br/>Warden knew the procedure for entrance, it wasn't his first time. The guards were serious guys but they recognized him, they knew he would play by the rules.<em>Alter Ego</em>was precisely what he needed tonight. After a few visits one grew pretty comfortable being assailed on all sides by the music and the flashing lights. There was a time when he liked things nice and quiet after a day providing justice and security to the world but the more it became a part of his life the more he started craving the adrenaline rush, the action. Staying home and reading book or jacking it just didn't hold any fun for him any more.<br/><br/><em>Warden</em>wore his iconic outfit, the brilliant white outfit with the flowing cape and the warden symbol in gold across his chest, an upright fist bathed in light. For the media and the masses it represented his constant vigil, it went hand in hand with being a beacon of justice that could not be corrupted. Suffice to say Adam had cultivated an image...it was an image that did not go hand in hand with what happened in Alter Ego, where he went to get drunk and laid. In the end of the day the larger the life hero had larger than life appetites.<br/><br/>Approaching the man bar the white-clad hero gave a nod to the individual behind the counter, a moment later two fingers of whiskey were slid into his hand. The first sip was always the best, he was in the mood for it. Once his gloves fingers wrapped around the glass it was the only thing in the world he wanted and he had it. Once the liquid slid down his throat he tilted his position until he was propped against the counter, one lazy had holding his drink while his eyes surveyed all around him. He had music and he had a drink, he just needed some company. He wasn't sure what company he wanted tonight but he knew he was in the mood for something. It was all just a waiting game. Alter Ego never failed to produce something of interest. Too many....<em>exotic</em>individuals tended to frequent the establishment.