[Boone is sitting at the bar, in a relatively plain mask instead of his shades. He's not dressed up aside from the mask and necklace, and his beret makes it pretty obvious who he is. He's holding onto a glass of whiskey, already half drained, and listening to the chatter around him.

Being surrounded by people in fancy masks, he can't help but think back to the Ultra-Luxe back home. The place gave him the creeps from the start, though that was more to do with the White Glove Society's past than their masks. They didn't help, though. Now he's a little wary, even though he figures he probably doesn't need to be. Still, maybe he won't get so drunk here.]