Agustin Martinez

Agustin Martinez frowns slightly as he scans the crowd at Sullivan’s, swirling his expensive whiskey in the glass as he leans back against the booth within the VIP lounge. He brings the glass to his lips, his legs spreading wide to get more comfortable as he takes a long pull of the alcohol, feeling it burn down his throat. The sound of laughing pulls his attention, and his eyes drift to a small group of people being let into the VIP lounge, though they linger on you. He slowly sets his glass down, eyes narrowed as your group of friends looks around excitedly.

“Can I help you?”

He asks gruffly, quirking up an eyebrow as his eyes land on you once more.