Brutus parks his car but wait on the song on the radio to end. He really is not listening though. His mind wonder over the past Arrow mission, the walk to the bridge, the attack from Big Red, West's assessment. All told, things were not going well.
The song came to an end and the DJ began prepping the next hour. Brutus decided he should go and have some fun. There were some things to celebrate. He had a job for one. He fingered the ID clipped to his dash. 'Ship-Shape' written in thick block lettering. His given name written for all to see. Brutus grabbed the tag and shoved it under his car seat. He was in enough trouble already. Letting some jerk curse him from twenty blocks away wouldn't help him much.
Brutus then left his car and his low self esteem behind and made the treck acroos the parking lot for the Rage. He realizes that the Animus Poser Wannabe Jerk-Face Joker of a Scoundral might be here and it makes him chuckle.
If Zero was, whatever. Brutus only wanted to drown his troubles and dance with hot semi-naked girls.
He came to the door and made his way inside.