@sock @Bezzle


Rome trudges after the weapon's courier as he leads them into the Lackasdaisy. He seems confused when he runs into a couple cats his age, but the young feline backs away, holding his own weapons close to his chest before looking at the ground. Don't look at me, don't look at me. He thinks to himself and starts to run a hand on his dark tabby arm.

His shredded right ear flicks and he starts to look around with his bright hazel eyes. He knows no one here, but he walks in once the other leave. His eyes are downcast while he enters and sits at the bar. The huge, gruff guy there - well, he only seems huge because Rome is hunched down - and he asks fro a drink. He gets it - as well as a gruff, growling in Slovak.

He takes a sip, and tries to keep it down. It burns while it goes down, and it settles into his stomach with it's awkward burning. He frowns and pushes it away slightly. But the look on the Slovak's face makes him frown and drink it all. The Slovak - Rome learns his name is Viktor - nods his head and motions someone over. Rome looks around, then someone claps him on his back. He coughs and cringes.

"Velcome to Lackadaisy." Viktor says, and Rome frowns at him while the person behind him claps him on his back while another person starts to play the violin while dancing around.