A man sits there, drinking whiskey, the man is somewhere in his thirty’s, you can’t tell if it’s the low or high thirty’s though, wearing aviator style sunglasses, with a amber tint, obscuring his eyes, he has long, unruly, dirty orange hair, going past his shoulder, he wears jeans and a black jacket, a name printed on it, the name is Atlas*
Atlas: wonder what’s off…?