[Event]
*So, you're out in the city. Between the evening and god knows what time in the early morning, maybe like 3 or 4? All you know is that during these times, it's pretty damn cold out.
Somewhere in the plaza though there's Shian. Who's keeping to himself, looking through some cards and sorting them, separating the good from the unbelievably crappy ones, because seriously, who decks stuff like this anyway? While tossing the good ones at least into a sizeable (and heavy) looking bag.
Every so often though, he'll take a drink from a bottle he keeps in said bag, though it strikes one as it being moreso out of habit. If one had to really say it, they'd figure that bottle is empty by now. But still, he is there, and he doesn't seem to be intending on leaving the area for a while.*
Somewhere in the plaza though there's Shian. Who's keeping to himself, looking through some cards and sorting them, separating the good from the unbelievably crappy ones, because seriously, who decks stuff like this anyway? While tossing the good ones at least into a sizeable (and heavy) looking bag.
Every so often though, he'll take a drink from a bottle he keeps in said bag, though it strikes one as it being moreso out of habit. If one had to really say it, they'd figure that bottle is empty by now. But still, he is there, and he doesn't seem to be intending on leaving the area for a while.*