Thread: Looking for family (att:Maxwell or any Brujah)

The bar is noisy and crowded, people are pushing and shoving each other, in general being drunken nuisances to each other.

The bartender looks at you as if you are some bit of dirt that he is contemplating removing from his shoe. After a long moment during which he only stands staring and polishing a glass in his hand he makes a motion with his head that seems to indicate a far corner of the room that is darker then the rest of the ill lit bar.

Sitting in that corner is a huge hulking man who is staring back at you, dressed with no shirt under a leather vest, a pair of blue jeans, and black boots, he wears a skull cap on his head.

Eric nods to the bartender. "Thanks." He strides confidently over to the corner where the man is sitting.

"My name's Eric." He states as he reaches the table. "Would you be Maxwell?"

The man looks up at you with a sour face that glowers at you.

"Yeah, what's it to ya?"

Looking around at all the patrons, Eric says quietly. "Is there a little more private location where we can talk?"

"And why in the name of nine hells would I want to talk to you 'private' like? You some fag trolling for a biker boy?

Ain't happening, move along."

Eric's green eyes narrow. "No. Like scholar to scholar, or do you know how to read?"

He arches an eyebrow at you for a moment, then looks around the room.

"Fuck, god damn Kalie," he mutters and turns to walk towards the back of the bar, not bothering to see if you follow or not. He enters a small office space dominated by a large desk that is covered with beer bottles, cigarette ash and butts that is pouring out of multiple ash trays, papers that are stacked and covered with bottle rings.

He walks behind the desk, plops down in a chair that creaks loudly as it accepts his great weight, his feet slamming down on the desk dislodging some papers that fall to the floor. There is a chair sitting on your side of the desk that looks like it might hold you, if you sit carefully.

"So, what the fuck now?"

Eric follows Maxwell into the back room and shuts the door behind him. Looking Maxwell straight in the eyes, Eric states, "I'm new in town. I ran into Kalie. She had other things to deal with and I'm letting you know I'm here. She also said there was an old building nearby I could shelter at until I am able to find a place."

Eric pauses. "I'm thinking of staying here if I am given welcome. Are there any questions you have of me?"