07-09-2019, 11:55 PM
Ryker wasn’t the sort of man to harbor a grudge – excluding Ascendancy’s murder of his family and the resounding need for revenge that dominated his life ever since – so when he raised his arm to summon some ass to his will and such beheld a familiar face, it was with a laugh to good fortune. It wasn’t like he knew a lot of people in the city, and despite the irreverent disrespect, this kid was entertaining.
He abandoned the slow-assed waitress and approached the bar. Tonight, Ryker wore his typical attire, a black on black ensemble, no tie, collar open. The suit jacket he wore was sewn with a high-sheen finish that fit snug at the waist. If the ominious presence wasn’t obvious enough, the thin threads of his hair was draped across an eerily jovial grin rimmed by the etches of deep facial scars.
“You and I have more in common than I ever imagined,” he laughed upon joining Mikhail and the other men at the bar. He waved over a drink and saluted their reuinion.
He abandoned the slow-assed waitress and approached the bar. Tonight, Ryker wore his typical attire, a black on black ensemble, no tie, collar open. The suit jacket he wore was sewn with a high-sheen finish that fit snug at the waist. If the ominious presence wasn’t obvious enough, the thin threads of his hair was draped across an eerily jovial grin rimmed by the etches of deep facial scars.
“You and I have more in common than I ever imagined,” he laughed upon joining Mikhail and the other men at the bar. He waved over a drink and saluted their reuinion.