THIRD PERSON POV
"Well, I never for once thought that I would be seeing you this soon." Hrolf slowly lifted the glass to sip his drink while giving the tattoo guy a sardonic smile.
"Things have been busy at work, I'm afraid."
The tattoo guy sat on the stool next to him. "Uhmm_ do you want to talk about it?"
"Are you sure that greenhead won't mind?" Hrolf asked motioning to the women sitting on the couch, dressed in dark throughout. Hrolf had met both of them on the couch trying to eat each other's face out, while the girl straddled his lap.
"Nah, she can wait." He responded and motioned for the bartender. "You having some kind of trouble?"
"Hmmm," Hrolf swirled the liquid in the glass. "It's more like trouble keeps finding itself to me."
"Well then," The tattoo guy took a small
