[b]Roman Torchwick - Bar O'Brien[/b]

It hadn't been too difficult for Roman to find what he was looking for, the thief having something of a knack for this sort of thing. It was good to see that even this town had those sorts of places though, as opposed to some omnipresent utopia. Then he really would have gone crazy. Variety was the spice of life after all, and Roman wasn't sure what he would have done if crime just didn't flat out exist at all. Fortunately, not a concern.

Roman chose a decent looking establishment at random and stepped inside, almost immediately buffeted by the atmosphere inside. Juniors this was not, but he supposed it would do. There were plenty of other establishments he could try if need be, but for now he stepped further in, headed towards the bar. Of course, in the process he also noticed the distinctly buff gentleman in the suit looking him over, before buying his drink once he got close enough to hear it.

"I'll have the mint julep," Roman told the bartender, letting his cane lean against the wooden surface as he took a seat on one of the stools present. He eyed the offered cigar for a moment before going for it, extinguishing his own and taking the new one. "Don't mind if I do."

At the request, he reached into his pocket, producing a black lighter. "As a matter of fact I do," he replied calmly, flicking it open and lighting the Senators before he did the same for his own. He waited to answer, instead sampling the cigar first with a drag. "Oh yeah that's good." Much better than what he had been using before. That was a situation that would need to be rectified sooner rather than later. 

He shifted in his seat, arm resting on the bar as he at last answered the question. "Well, at the moment I was hoping to see if i could inquire about getting some hired help for a job I have planned. With all the freaks around this place running an operation solo isn't exactly a winning proposition, if you catch my drift." He had the feeling that he had come to the right place.