Chas enters the tavern from his VW van parked out front. From the looks of it, he probably slept in there. His long blonde hair is rather messy, and held up with a bandana headband, and his face is covered in an even layer of stubble, his eyes red and tired. He makes his way to the bar, and orders himself a coffee and begins to chain-smoke cigarettes - which he already reeks of. His clothes are wrinkled, adding to the dirtiness of his t-shirt and frayed vest with patches and slogans conveying peace and harmony, along with his beat up jeans and flip-flops.