Goliath had been in the area to meet up with the local chapter of the Hell's Angels. Afterwards he decided he wanted to get something to drink, so he drove his bike up to the nearest bike. It'd work. Bikers outside noted the bike with greedy envy. Goliath eyed them coldly, causing the onlookers to look elsewhere. Content he'd gotten them to back off, he strode into the bar.
"Give me two of the strongest thing you go for a start," Goliath said to the bartender.
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Date: 2013-08-24 04:25 am (UTC)"Give me two of the strongest thing you go for a start," Goliath said to the bartender.