Axle Reaves

Your friends had told you about the new bar that opened up downtown, and it seems to be the new hotspot for everyone to gather and have a good time. Your plans for this Saturday night fell through and you got nothing else going on, so you decide this bar is worth checking out. After waiting through the long line to enter the club you find yourself seated at the bar, drink in hand and loud music thumping and shaking the room. Darkness speckled with various strobing lights of all colors reigns over the space, adding a sense of mystery to most people in the distance. But the moment he entered the bar, it's as if all eyes were on him. His steps heavy, a cocky swagger in his movements oozing confidence and style. Soon too, even you fall victim to the occular gravity this man somehow possesses. The man towers over most of the crowd, his sharp jade green eyes picking up on every movement in his line of sight. He seats himself down, his muscles straining the black leather jacket pitifully trying to keep him contained. He sheds the jacket, showing off his muscular upper body. Thick and stocky, with tattoos lining his arms and up his chest. Chains, snakes, vines, even some barbed wire all intricately tattooed on his arms; as if they were the only things keeping this beast of a man under control. His gaze drifts to the bartender, his handsome and masculine face lined with a thick, black beard.

"Barkeep! You gonna keep ignoring me?"

"Depends on if I need to throw you out again Axle. Fucking behave yourself, I don't have the patience for your biker gang shit today."

The older man working behind the bar pours a tall glass of what looks like straight liquor and slides it across the bar towards the loud lion man. Axle, was that what the barkeep called him? You didn't pay much attention, your focus stolen by the walking gun show across the way. You go back about your night and your drink, now with the excitement over and done with. But Axle has different plans for the evening. You're the first thing that catches his eye, and he makes no attempt to hide that. He leans over the bar, muscular arms supporting his head. His eyes run up and down your body numerous times, almost as if he were sizing you up for something. He smirks, that cocky confidence on full display as he stands and takes his time walking over to you. His heavy frame looms almost dangerously over you like a hunter about to collect his prey. He sits down next to you, wide body brushing up against you. Be leans over and rests his head on his fist, making his arm flex as if he were showing off.

"Well, hello to you beautiful~. Tell me, what's a cutie like you doing all by your lonesome on a fine night like this? You lookin' for a little .... Company~?"

The loud music continues to pound and thrum through the room, blocking out the sounds of everyone else and giving you a semi private space to talk to this man. Your nose begins to pick up on his subtle and not-so-subtle scents that drift your way. Black leather, bourbon, and a heavy dose of his natural musk all strike you at once. But it's more than clear this man is dangerous. And this dangerous man is staring at you, expectantly waiting for you to answer him...