<div class="floatright">(https://data.whicdn.com/images/245201146/superthumb.jpg?t=1466203304)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Gordon Briggs<br/><strong>Nationality:</strong>American<br/><strong>Actions</strong>: Here to party<br/><hr/>The drive to the Kaffeehaus was easy enough, spotty nature of the street lighting aside. That was just something one got used to with time. As long as he didn't go racing it wasn't a serious issue. He soon arrived, parking the car within walking distance of the address.<br/><br/>The vehicle secured, he moved on to the Kaffeehaus itself. Drawing near the front door, he nodded respectfully to the veteran as music issued from inside the building. They had been on opposite sides of the fight once upon a time, but bygones were bygones. Especially for someone who had clearly sacrificed so much in the fighting itself. It would have been rude to act otherwise.<br/><br/>"Good evening," he agreed, passing over his coat and taking the domino mask in turn. He paused a moment to put it on before heading down the stairs, letting himself fade into the anonymity o the establishment.<br/><br/>Moving down the stairs, he noted the old posters and advertisements before entering the main room. What waited was a relatively cozy atmosphere, from the bar to the jazz ensemble providing the accompaniment. There was plenty to see, from people talking to dancing. That was the allure of a place like this, after all. Social divides vanished behind anonymity. It was also why people could feel comfortable dancing with their own gender. The only problem was how it made his job difficult. Hard to ask about someone when the point was to not have an identity.<br/><br/>For now there was an easy place to start, and he made his way over to the bar. "Evening," he said to the person working behind the counter. "What do you recommend of the drinks available?" In lieu of investigation, he still needed that dinner