Mel looked around the Drowning Wench and grunted as he nodded at Baderon. "Another ale, mate." His red hair had been cropped short earlier that day and he sported the sunglasses he enjoyed wearing despite the hour. His clothing was flashy and he enjoyed the attention. He'd often been on the prowl and the ladies walking through at that moment had caught his attention. "I'll be back, friend....keep the drink cool f'r me." Sliding off of the barstool, Mel walked with an air of confidence and as he got close enough he coughed softly, and with a grin, "Well, ladies, you picked the perfect night to pass through here alone....let me buy you a drink."
