Who: Roy, and any flavor of drinking buddy.
What: Drinking. Heavily. Accusations may be flung, punches may be thrown. It'd be nice if nobody else died.
Where: He'll move around. Crimson Dragon one night, maybe Bar Hades the next. Maybe.
When: Every night this week. If you wanna talk to him on any one day, in a particular state, at a certain bar, or with a desired end result, just say so. Dick has dibs on night one.
[Is slumped onto that barstool like he is never coming off. Whatever it is you want, it's pretty obvious he's not in the mood.
The glass is half-empty. The other half is whisky.]