The wild-haired and tattooed figure came into the lounge and made a straight line for the bar. Taking a seat at the far end, he looked at the bartender and simply held up a finger… the index finger, not the one he typically used in social settings. The bartender gave him the friendly ‘What’s Up?’ nod and grabbed a glass and poured bourbon into it. He then deftly slid the glass down the unoccupied bar into the waiting hand of Kane, who just as deftly picked it up and swallowed the entirety of the glass’s contents in one go. He set the glass down upside down, a habit that drew a shake of the head from the bartender who liked to keep his bar clean, and Kane signaled for another.

Kane, Tac / Med