Some are prone to wander ((open))
You wander the earth long enough, you're bound to leave the road more traveled every now and then. You find places most people won't ever see. It's that sort of strange inertia that brings Levon to the Nexus. What brings him to the Lounge, though.. That's less surprising. Less life's happy coincidences. Once he finds a place, he'll find it's darker corners in a heartbeat.
He enters the Lounge, finds a seat at the bar, lights a cigarette and waits. If no bartender comes soon, he'll pour his own whiskey. That's not quite what he was waiting on anyway.
He enters the Lounge, finds a seat at the bar, lights a cigarette and waits. If no bartender comes soon, he'll pour his own whiskey. That's not quite what he was waiting on anyway.