There were generally few reasons for Osozo to enter a bar, few reasons to stick around, but after the message from Wessex, the dark news delivered from so far away, they want to be close to people, to crowds. It's not quite sorrow, but it is surprise. The Family might not have gotten along, but they had seemed strong, but now they've lost two members, and it leaves the Demi-god in a bit of a lurch.
They have a drink in hand, if only because they feel like they should, so they have an excuse to stay leaning against the bar, eyes moving over the crowd of people. Their hair is a dark enough blue that it seems black, and it keeps too many eyes off them, keeps them relatively anonymous, though Osozo's eyes still flash purple when they pass over a familiar face in the crowd, locking onto it like the force of their gaze was enough to draw attention, to beg for some kind of contact.
OSOZO
The touch and gaze of those to whom we are less than nothing
