Having just gotten off of his Flight, he was ready to be back in the high social life. As fun as Germany was, nothing ever beats being surrounded by fame, fame, and more fame. He lazily tossed his Duffle bag over his shoulder, gripping the handles firmly.
His attire of the day, he had thought would be good enough to travel. Little did he know that he’d be out of his home even longer than he had planned. Looking down at his old flip phone. Realizing he was needed in Brazil. He turned around and got back on his private jet.
TIME SKIP
Arriving much later into the evening, he was well ready for a drink. Though he assumed that would be put on hold to mingle with the others. On his way to the glaming grounds he had decided he’d head up to the Crown. He was ready for any challenge to come.
Stepping into the tree house, he removed his sunglasses and placed them into his duffle bag for safe keeping. Revealing his Blue eyes. Inhaling the air, his eyes darted over to the bar. “This day just keeps getting better and better” he thought to himself as he strolled on over to it. Placing his bag by his feet, and resting his arms on the bar. “Yo bar tender. I’d like to order a white Russian.” He watched as the bartender made it, ready to devour his thirst. And thus when the time came, he did in little sips here and there as he eyed the area around the bar. Taking in the details.
Approachable