
Lance walked into the room heavy footed, making alot of noise and glanced about.
An unlit cigarette balanced on his lower lip and he quickly moved it to behind his ear using his right hand while running his left hand through his jet black hair.
Standing silently for a short moment longer as he looked at the people already present, he finally spoke. His deep voice practically echoing.
"Hi.. My name's Lance. Nice to meet you all."
Then, turning on the spot, Lance walked across the room, his big leather boots thumping on the floor with each step, and took a seat.