There's a rumble of an engine as Derek pulls his motorcycle up outside of Club Raven. He finds a parking spot fairly easily on this weekday evening. He cuts the engine, lifting up off of the hog and slipping the keys into his pocket before he tugs his helmet off of his head. He pauses for a moment to run some fingers through his thick beard, ruffling it back up after being under the helmet during the ride over, and adjusts the straps of his backpack. He's wearing his usual pair of well-worn jeans and his leather jacket. He's got a blue works shirt on beneath. He tugs off his riding gloves and pockets them as he steps into the bar, pausing at the bar to snag one of those Everclear-laced shots. "To Granny," is his salute before he downs it with only the slightest of winces and then he makes his way into the back room to get a proper drink, an Old Fashioned, before finding a tablet and settling in to wait for for Emily Makerith and possibly Elizabeth Wade to show up.
OOC: Sorry it took a while to start this scene up. Life's been busy enough that it slipped my mind.