Entrance revamp

: . Normal night normal level of overwhelming boredom, but ONE thing had changed on this night. There was a device left on the counter top, but it's origins were not of this time or world. Crimson hues stared long and with intense focus for at least twenty or so minutes, but nothing changed and it didn't bring about the apocalypse for the underworld and his people. Rolling a palm over his ebony locks as he thought to himself where and why it had been in his own establishment. Growing frustrated with his own lack of knowledge he'd eventually abruptly stand and take the short distance to that counter top. Lifting the metallic... device? Ultimately twisting it on whatever axis he could find suitable as it looked like an odd globe wrapped in blankets of steel or something. Surely futuristic in design and no one he kn--Wait! His younger brother and well known time traveler probably constructed this doohickey. So, he'd aim to leave it where he'd found it, but his thumb rolled over a crevice that slowly twisted the device. A loud screeching sound begin to heat the device as he felt a warmth in his well defined abdomen and insane tearing sensation that spread through out his body, but once he reached to grasp that abdomen in pain...there was nothing there!? He'd fell at where his torso was, but his body had been transmuted to particles until he'd eventually vanished from his own home. Blacking out he'd eventually re-appear much like how he'd vanished, but this time he'd been in a pile of sacks. Crimson hues taking in what looked like a cellar of sorts..Or maybe a winery? He couldn't tell for now, but he'd grunt softly while pulling free from the pile. His attire long gone despite him being in nothing more then boxer briefs prior. So, he'd tear some of that sack away guarding his unmentionables. His predicament was rather humorous, but the male was an incubus as shame wasn't exactly something he practiced. So, he'd rummage through the room finding mostly bar like items from alcohol to small shot glasses and the like.

So, he'd evacuate it leaving that vanilla scent ignoring his surroundings while approaching a much larger building, but with caution. This lone incubus was in no position to run into a fight, but considering his current "Attire" He wouldn't want eyes on him in the least. So, he practiced "stealth" On his entrance which consisted of not checking the door as it slammed behind him and actually navigating himself SOMEHOW into the center of the bar or lounge, but he did avert gaze or at least he felt confident enough to assume he didn't. If anyone did catch eyes on the male he'd be quite the "Catch" Tall, lean and a fairly handsome visage framed in mid-length ebony forelocks parted down the center for a semi-natural hair style while the remainder hung down to the center of his back, tied back as best he could manage. Once he'd secured a location of sorts suitable for his "Mission" He'd try for a bit of magic to dress himself and with a delicate flash of crimson..which was surely noticeable he'd be dressed, but in casual attire. Ashe grey short sleeved top and a faded pair of blue jeans, fitted. His feet weren't bare, but sported converse, grey and white .