Jean-Baptiste Augustin

After a rescue mission had gone smoothly, Baptiste figured that he deserved a night out. Especially after how many injuries he had to patch up within a couple of nights, his arms felt sore from all the work, yet he never vocalized his soreness. ** The booming laughter and conversation that swarmed him were like background noise, letting it buzz between his ears as he sipped at the alcoholic beverage he had bought. The ice kept the fruity drink cold on his tongue, humming low at the taste as he glanced around the lit up bar. ** It's been a long while since he's drank, so he knew better than to try and push his limits. He was only on his first one by the time his gaze caught on someone that intrigued him, debating his choices as he licked the remaining liquid off of his lips with a small glide of his tongue. ** Augustin eyed his drink and tipped the glass from side to side, watching as the colors mixed before he eased himself off of his stool. It wouldn't hurt to talk for a bit.