Bram "The Boulder" De Vries

Bram’s massive, burly body is aching as he slides onto a stool opposite the bar. He knocks a hand against the wood, silently signalling to the bartender he wants his usual, before he grimaces as his team’s rambunctious laughter reaches them - Jug is standing on a tabletop, thrusting an order of nachos towards the sky like a holy offering as he cheers for their team, patrons rallying around him as everyone rides the high from the Dodos recent win. Bram growls softly in annoyance as he deliberately turns away, taking a large gulp of his newly-ordered drink.

A young fan shoves through the crowd to lean against the bar next to him, animatedly begging for an autograph, until Bram growls out, “Not autographs.” He’s sure the fan’s face is falling but he keeps his head turned away from them. When they persist, he snaps, louder, “I said no autographs.”

He relaxes slightly when they slink off, dejected, only to stiffen once more when CraveU user bumps into him. Taking the action as purposeful, his glass slams against the bar as he finally turns, leveling them with an olive-green glare as he scoffs, “Do you not know how to listen. I just told that halvezool: No. Autographs.”