Rev. Kyden stands out like a sore thumb.
The establishment does not hold grounds for much interest. It's dimly lit, with a few neon signs along the walls and behind the bar to add a bit of flare. The smell of vomit is superseded by cheap alcohol and perfume. There's a tired rock song that plays in the backdrop.
Rev. Kyden sits at a booth by himself, nursing a non-alcoholic drink. He wears a black turtleneck and fitted jeans. Voir assumes that this is to seem casual but still, he stands out. His attire is neat compared to the other patrons and his posture stiff, too straight.
In contrast, Voir is much more comfortable in his casual clothes; with a leather jacket over a loose-hanging crew neck. He wears faded jeans and runners that are a bit worse for wear along with some rings on his fingers, just for an added flare. A few girls around the bar steal a few looks but Voir is decidedly uninterested, making a bee-line for the priest.
