Kingsbury was beginning to annoy him. It was mostly due to the fact that the alarm for some impending disaster was always going off throughout the day, its like the city was forever in danger. And it wasn't even like he was one of those heroes to be all like, "Quick, to the Mantiscopter, crime must be faught, AWWWWWWWWWWAY!!!!", hell if anything he tried to do the exact opposite as much as possible. The alternative being turning up his music and act like it wasn't happening, eat pizza and play video games furiously, or go outside and pretend like he was already helping someone with something and just couldn't quite make it at all. Of course both the Initiative and the civilians of Kingsbury already knew that he could always make it, but it was never really mentioned do to Genesis'...vulgar mouth and wildcard type nature. The last person who had mentioned such a thing was a seventy-three year old lady (at least that's what he guessed, she was old as fuck), and she quickly found herself with the front legs of her walker melted to the ground in the middle of insane one hundred and two degree Texas heat. Ahhhhh, such beautiful times made his heart smile, as did the multiple tattoos all over his body. Looking down at the word "Death" which was spread across his fingers, close to his knuckles. "Sooooooo badass.", he thought to himself, as he mentally went through the shit he had to go thru in order to actually get his latest tat. His skin was extremely durable, which made is extremely difficult for the tattoo needle to pierce...well more so impossible. Thus in order to actually get one, he had to go nearly a week without any type of Sun, and man, Sun withdrawals fuckin' sucked!

Nonetheless, after regaining his health from the Sun, he was here. Short black hair scattering in the wind, now with a bit of debris added to the top of it. While he was looking down at his hand, he had forgotten that he was actually running somewhere at the moment, thus when he created another entrance to the bar, "New Vegas", it was the only thing that reminded him that he was moving. With a slight jolt, his legs came to a halt, as a huge chunk of wall attempted to fall on him, which he just grabbed out of midair and threw it towards a desolate corner of the bar, causing it to roll away and accidentally create another huge wall hole. Muttering under his breath, "Well that's pretty damn lame right there...welp...oh well." At this point the bartender/owner of the joint was looking at him with the most sour of faces as he opened his mouth to say something before Genesis hastily interrupted, "You're right mate, I would DEFINITELY love a scotch. As a matter o' fact set up two. One for me and one fooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo-". He held the letter 'o' as he extended his lanky index finger, revolving it in circles as he spun around slowly and said, "Man your crowd freakin' blows today man. But nah bro, set me up with the Mummy Man, if anything he could use a drink or thirty."

Of course the Burned Man was in earshot, but that never stopped Genesis from talking as reckless as he did, and it never would. "And jeez man, its drafty as hell, man. You might need to see about gettin' that...those...these holes fixed."

Laughing obnoxiously, everyone in the bar looked a the scoundrel with a twisted face, having their pleasant evening disrupted by him. As he readjusted his goggles on his head, he marched over to the table where the Burning Man was sitting as he asked, "Mind if I grab a seat friend?" Before the man could answer, he was already pulling out the spare chair, sitting down with his skewed open and his hands forming a busted bridge as they came together. ”Thank you friend! So whatcha got goin' on over here? I mean hell, someone like you has to have one hell of a story to tell.” Throughout the entire speech Gen was looking at the man with a light look of disgust being cascaded from the amber gold eyes, as well as the twisted look that had raveled around his mouth. But sure the dude may have been a little gross, but that didn't mean he probably wasn't a cool guy. I mean when you're dapper down in what appears to be toilet paper from a distance, you gotta be a cool guy, right? The bartender slammed the shots on the wooden table as he began to walk away, muttering under his breath as Gen yelled back,"I HEARD THAT!", before leaning in and whispering to the burnt man, "I totally didn't hear that...", as he snickered to himself.