Short fingernails scratched uncomfortable at the back of his neck, just under his scruffy brown hair. Bigby needed a cigarette, the smells in here were too many and too confusing, but somehow he had ended up with not a one in any of his pockets. He'd already checked. Where he was, was the even bigger mystery but the lack of cigarettes was irritating him beyond his stupefying confusion.

It looked like some kind of themed bar, complete with star-scape moving out the window and overly done mood lighting. Bigby took a few tentative steps forward and his hands went up to adjust the knot of his tie as he looked around at all the weirdos (and hey, coming from a Fable? that was saying something) in their costumes, face paint, and accessories.

When a few people started looking his way he immediately felt uncomfortable. That didn't mean he was about to back down although the thought of simply leaving was appealing. "What the fuck," he muttered under his breath. Bigby hadn't spent much time around Mundanes but maybe this was their idea of a good time, though that still didn't explain how the hell he ended up here.

With the full intention of investigating this place and possibly finding a clue why and how he was here, he slowly walked forward towards the bar - he might as well have a drink while he was here.