01-20-2005, 04:36 AM
*watches the ocupants of the bar with a sad look in his eye, Apocalypse was used to these kind of situations but disliked them. Peace, he was not used to peace it made him uncomfortable, he needed the blade in hand and his enemys to be trying furiously to kill him, only then did he feel truely alive this sitting and waiting for something to happen was infuriating.
He turned to the bartender*
May I please have a drink?
He turned to the bartender*
May I please have a drink?