Hello I am one of the new bartenders at Lou’s Bar. I would like to take a second to thank Vallerie McMillan and Flavin Jameson. It was a short and casual RP with these two that gave me the idea for my character.

Randy is a friendly guy who is 25 from Winterset Iowa. He is very loyal and protective to those he calls friends and his sadistic side will come out when one of them is hurt. Raised on a farm he is handy with doing odd jobs and couldn't wait to leave this life for a life of adventure and exploration away from the small town that he grew up in. No stranger to pain because of the abuse at the hands of his parents , he left late one night on his motorcycle and a duffle bag over his shoulder stuffed with a few of his personal belongs and left the farm and his abusive mother and another nightmare behind him.
Tough and able to roll with the punches he traveled from town to town finding himself getting into fights and trouble along the way, usually fueled by alcohol as he is a heavy drinker as he tries to numb the memories from his past from his head.
He worked odd jobs mostly in small towns and learns very quickly how to blend into any environment he finds himself in.
Late one night as he leaves a town about a four hour ride north of this town after attending a rock concert., with the cool wind blowing in his face and not a care in the world, the engine on his bike begins to make a loud grinding noise and the bikes back tire suddenly locks up sending the bike in an uncontrolled skid into the grass and gravel on the side of the highway in a shower of sparks and a thick cloud of dust. The bike slides to a halt at the base of some twisted dead tree resembling a gnarled hand reaching towards the sky seeking redemption. He looks up at the tree and should have heeded the warning that his subconscious mind gave him as a slight shiver ran quickly down his spine. "All who enter never come Back" a faint voice from the blowing gust of wind that seemed to appear out of no where as the wind blew past his ears.
Grabbing his duffle bag and throwing it over his shoulder he walks towards the exit and into the darkened town below. “Just another small town. If you have seen one, you have seen them all." he thinks to himself as the sound of his boots striking the pavement echo through the still night. Suddenly off in the distance he hears the sound of gunfire and a woman’s scream break the silence. "Well you wanted adventure." he thinks to himself again as a smile crosses his face.
Upon entering town he finds a small tavern, Lou's bar he reads on the faded sign over the door. Walking into the dimly lit and Smokey room, the sound of small talk, music playing from an old jukebox and a loud laugh from an intoxicated lady hits his ears.
He sits at the bar and not seeing the bar has anyone working, he strikes up a conversation with a girl sitting on the stool with a bored expression on her face.
"Well hello. Do you work here?" he asks. "No just help yourself" she comments as she eyes him, a new face in this small town.
Helping himself to a cold beer from behind the counter, he twists the cap off in a single motion and flips the cap into a lazy arc until it hits the floor rolling across the room before spinning in an ever closing circle until it stops landing on its side with a rattling stop.
Taking a big drink from the bottle, the cold liquid washing the dust from his throat, he begins to talk to the girl sitting there who later introduces herself as Val to him. During the course of the conversation Val had mentioned that my bike was stolen by now. Finishing my beer in two large gulps, I grab another and head out the door to check on my bike.
Walking back to where I had left my bike a sick feeling enters my stomach. Where my bike once laid all that was left was tire tracks in the dust stopping by two black truck tire marks left from some person who saw my bike and stopped and loaded it up and sped away. Leaving me stranded in this small town and having to figure out my next move.
The following day while sitting on a bench by a burning barrel, a girl who introduced herself to me later as Flavir walked by and stopped an engaged with me in small talk about the town. Finding out from her that there are no buses that will take me out of town pass through, I accept my fate that I am stranded and decide to look for work in order to get by and save up to buy a car or truck to get myself out of this place and back on my journey again.

So there’s my story.
What makes me tick? I enjoy conversation; I think playing a fight would be fun and have no problem getting my ass kicked. I have not had any experience with BDSM but I will try anything once within reason.
If I am slow to initiate a sex scene it is more than likely because one it is not my main concern out here, so I do not go looking for it. If you would like one give me a nudge and it will happen, I am not a prude. Keep in mind I am new to this so if you see me doing something that doesn’t fit in let me know in IM.
Most of all, I am out here to have fun and make new friends. Stop on by Lou's when I am on duty and I will buy you a drink. 🙂
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