Anthony had been in a bar near the docks, chattering on absently about things he didn't care about with men he didn't know. One drink after another, and it quickly became apparent that unless a miracle would happen that this would be the most interesting thing to happen to him tonight. Of course, not all nights can be full of daring escapades and bold robberies, but he still had wished they would be. Perhaps that wasn't a very smart wish, but a wish nonetheless.

The conversation had become nothing more than background noise to him a long time ago, and for most of it he just stood there with a drink in his hand, looking pretty. Looking around absently, he saw a woman sitting in the corner of the bar who wasn't there before, sitting there alone and just drinking, and though Anthony's eyes could be fooling him she almost seemed like she was crying? What the hell. Turning back to the men and making an excuse so that he can leave them, he walked towards the table with a slow and careful step.

He had never been the most empathetic or kind of men, but he wasn't completely evil. A drunk, lonely woman is a very good target for men worse than him. And so he ended up stood near the woman's table, a polite distance away from her, but still fairly close to her.

"You doing good there, ma'am?"