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Tossing the last of his cigarette to the ground (after stumping the thing out first, that is), hand roamed over his hair, slicking it back as he took in the exterior of the bar with a lazy, critical eye: it wasn’t exactly what he’d been expecting, yet at the same time it was exactly as he’d pictured it. The place suited Biff, that was for sure and he’d been hardly surprised to hear that his cousin had claimed some run down place and was now working it.With a yawn he stepped forward, shoving the door open and not bothering to close it behind him; sometimes, he just couldn’t help doing the little things to see who out of his family would react. Unlike the rest, he wasn’t for grand gestures and loud, boisterous words – that required a level of energy expenditure he just couldn’t be motivated for, at least not on a consistent level like they were.
No, he was much, much more relaxed than that lot.
Fixing a lazy grin on his face, he sauntered over to the bar, hopping on a stool, before allowing his toothy smile to stretch just a little more.
“Well, this place is a right shit hole, now ain't it. The owner should be utterly ashamed of himself.”