**FireBat slowly pushes up against the heavy wooden door to the bar. "Good way to keep the kids out." FireBat mumbles as the heavy door finally gives way. The sound of happy, all-be-it drunk, conversation, music greets his ears, as the smell of tobacco and beer greets his nose. Hunched over, FireBat shuffles to the heavily worn bar. As he approaches, he watches a familiar drunk fall off his stool. The crowded room erupts with laughter, as the 'dazed' man, clambers to his feet, and back in his stool.
"Good to be home." FireBat says with a smile.**
"Good to be home." FireBat says with a smile.**