Drago Tear
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Drago walked through the open doors of the bar, his forked tongue flickering in and out of his mouth as he tasted the air. He noticed that this bar was not as crowded as the others in the area. Perfect. As he made his way towards a seat, he eye balled all the people sitting around doing the same to him. He grabbed on to the back of a chair with his dark green claw and pull it out, making sure to scrape the floor making a loud noise. He sat down, the chair protesting with a creak under his weight. His orange eye focused on the bar keep and the man signaling him to make him a drink. He grasped the cup, to small for his claw and bottomed it in one swig. Drago's tongue began to flicker again.