<a class="username" data-user-id="1190" data-username="@Chrystal Dark" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/1190/">@Chrystal Dark</a><br/><br/>Instead of a drink, what he had gotten instead was the charming introduction of good old Squil. It was so charming that when her rubbery like appendage slapped the table, there was an audible stretching sound that reminded him of the time he had to shoot himself out of a situation at Dinh Wu’s Asria Infusion restaurant in downtown Orsi’s Asiria district. In the fashion that was known for his entrances and exits, he distinctly remembered how he had to turn over the aquatic tank that held a rather dangerous Hercules Squid, yellow and orange in color, found within the deep waters of a planet called Zemran VI known for its deadly oceanic beasts. It was --- an adventure. Watching a few members of the mob’s hit squad get wrapped up within the vices of a pissed off squid while the cooks and kitchen help threatened himself and everyone else with laser blades and other deadly cutlery.<br/><br/>“Squil --- you shouldn’t have --- and you know despite what they say, you can be one hell of a sucker for a conversation,” he said while looking at her, “Although with that many tentacles, I bet you’re pretty popular at the Anime Adult Film festivals aren’t you?”<br/><br/>Cade knew Squil’s limitation and didn’t press any further for in truth, her tentacles were probably the result of some of the missing bodies that were found in the sewer systems around town. Squil was on<i>The List</i>or what his circles called the paper work of those that never came to be, the cases that never went before a magistrate, and a member of the kind that are hardly asked questions but will sometimes provide a good lead or two in order to even things out. She was probably also the result of the sucker hickies seen after hours but he’d rather not go there with such species and their nocturnal activities in detail that weren’t already greased into his mind.<br/><br/><i>“I get it…” he said, “Jazire must want to talk to me – it can’t be a bar tab… and I don’t think any of her associates have been locked up recently… this should prove interesting…” he said to himself. </i><br/><br/>He arose while he placed his hat back upon his head  and with the cigar burning between his lips, fixed his outer coat,  before he headed towards the bar as directed.<br/><br/>“What do you know Jaz…,” he greeted, “What would you need from your favorite gum shoe tonight? Don’t tell me --- you found questionable ladies lingerie in your apartment and you want me to hide in dumpsters and air ducts to get juicy holo-vid evidence of yet to be found debauchery?”