<ul><span style="font-family: new times roman;">The man laughed against her lips in response to the â€˜maddeningâ€™ kiss. <span style="color: #BFBFBF"><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="font-weight: bold">''You look stunning! Gosh, can't wait to have you for myself later tonight. I, My Lady, will properly apologize for staying too long in New York.''</span></span></span> The man's voice came as he held the woman tight, kissing her lips softly and admiring just how fabulous she looked. Once, Solas thought of her as a woman of quality and to this day, Millicient remained that woman of quality. Intelligent, confident and offered enough challenge to give him just one more reason to admire her even more. She had this strength no other mortal man had, yet so very in sync with her femininity. The type of women most men craved, yet so rare to find. <span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="color: #BFBFBF">''You do realize that, this is a date, right? Our first, surprise date.''</span></span></span>  Solas laughed and placed an arm around her waist, hand gently resting on the woman's right hip. <br/><br/>Out of the corner of his eyes, the man caught sight of the splendid silhouette of Isolde, or Izzy. As she placed a kiss on his cheek, Solas chuckled and bit hard on his bottom lip. <span style="color: #BFBFBF"><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-style: italic">''Thank you for keeping Millicient entertained, I was told you guys were having fun shopping, and, doing all that girly stuff, whatever you wanna call it.''</span></span></span> When Izzy suggested to get a  player's club card and find an advantageous place to play, Solas raised a quizzical eyebrow and then nodded with a smile. <span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="color: #BFBFBF">''Then at least, make sure he's rich. They dwell in this place like fish trapped inside an aquarium.''</span></span></span> He responded with a small laugh as Millicient and him followed after Izzy who oh so elegantly and with style, led a way past the rich, the richer and the famous to the bar.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #BFBFBF">''I can feel it, the return of my appetite. Since that one breakfast you've made me that one day, I haven't been able to enjoy eating at all.'</span></span>' Solas paused to whisper in Millicient's ear while Izzy perched on a bar stool, ready to order the drinks. The  chaos which took place not far away from the space they inhabited drew Solas' attention. He did miss on most of what happened but from the expression on the bouncers' red faces, the Fallen realized that a fight just took place. He remained in a standing position near Isolde's seat after he left his blazer hanging on the back of the bar stool. The Fallen contemplated the scene, eyes regarding the other man and a smirk crossed his features as the man in question bowed to the bouncer before making his way towards the bar, so proud of what he had accomplished, and as he drew nearer and nearer, Solas felt himself sharing space in the presence of a familiar soul.<br/><br/>The Isolde's lilting voice drew Solas' attention back to her, as she invited this complete stranger to share their space. Not that he was against it, but this man seemed to be so cocksure that he would get himself in a fight if he had to. The type who liked to invite trouble.  <span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #BFBF80">''Sir, follow us please.''</span></span> The voice of a furious middle aged man echoed in Solasâ€™ ears as this man who seemed to be the big boss demanded from Aaron. <span style="color: #BFBFBF"><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-style: italic">''Wait, wait a second.''</span></span></span> A small smile formed on Solas' face as he moved closer to the nefarious mortal, placing a friendly palm between the man's shoulder blade; leading him away from the bar area and into a silent game. <span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="color: #BFBFBF">''Man, you know, this is how it goes. One person decides to gamble, spelling their doom before it even takes place. They lose everything; they get upset and unleash their anger on the first person they come across.''</span></span></span> The man parted his lips and stammered for a reply when Solas hushed him, shaking his head and giving him a â€˜noâ€™ face. <br/><br/>His eyes shifted to the name tag clipped to the man's vest while he led the corrupted soul to a â€˜reservedâ€™ empty Poker table. He reached into his front pocket and brought forth a black pen, then opened a black leather checkbook wallet and smiled wickedly, staring in the manâ€™s direction. <span style="color: #BFBFBF"><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-style: italic">''Mr, Amando Mancini, I truly appreciate your understanding. Please accept this cheque and let us forget about what happened now, shall we?'</span></span></span>' Solas began to write the date and the payee's name, along with the amount of $10.000 in the small rectangular box; in words again, then drew a line all the way over to where the word â€˜Dollarsâ€™ was printed. The Fallen signed it with his name - <span style="font-style: italic">Solas Wymarcfort</span> and placed the piece of paper on the surface of the table. Nodding a satisfied expression in Solas' direction, the man in question felt the obligation to pick up the ten thousand dollar cheque and left the area, waving off the security guards.<br/><br/><br/><span style="color: #BFBFBF"><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-style: italic">"Fables about your fierceness, my friend, spread far and wide. No need to worry about them. They'll be leaving you alone for the rest of the night. Now let us enjoy some fine, old brandy."</span></span></span> Solas raised an eyebrow and smiled in Aaron's direction after returning to his companions. He gently rubbed Millicient's shoulders and glanced at Isolde. <span style="color: #BFBFBF"><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-style: italic">"Do you two know one another? Would you like to introduce me to your friend?"</span></span></span></span></ul>