This piece of shit town was boring as fuck. The only reason he stayed here was because there were others like him, others who had wings. Truthfully, he wanted the wings gone. They were girlie and useless. They definitely did not help him get women (or men for that matter). Instead, he kept them hidden beneath his coat, having gotten used to the pain caused by all the rubbing. A little pain would go a long way if it mean he could pick someone up tonight.
Stumbling into yet another bar, Boone moved quickly to the bar, nearly toppling over some asshole who had his foot out. A quick little shove sent the guy to the floor, his beer covering him as he landed. He smirked before he turned to the bar tender. "A pint of your best ale." There was no please, no thank you, just a voice thick with a Scottish twang. Boone wasn't nice. He didn't apologize to the guy who he put on the floor nor did he use any sort of manners at all when ordering.
Rolling his eyes as he waited for the bar tender to decide to serve him, he flashed a wad of money. "Any time today would be fine." He was irritated and drunk, neither of which were great for one another. While Boone was never a very rational person, he was certainly NOT rational when he was drunk.
The entire bar was mostly empty, the hour late and the bar tended had been hoping to close up shop a little early. There was something about a wedding tomorrow or something. Some sort of nonsense that he didn't care a flip about.
When his ale finally arrive, he took a sip, noticing that the seat next to him was now occupied. There was a whole bar full of seats and absolutely no reason that there should be someone else sitting next to him. "Fuck off. Find another seat." He wasn't here to entertain someone else. He was here to drink.