Tori followed Jacob down the steep stairs. One problem with centuries old structures was the lack of elevators. Her Converse tapped gently as she did a hop step down the risers. They held hands as Tori trailed after Jacob. Those damn leather pants were so sexy, she thought she would swoon. The stepped into the lobby where a small dark bar took up the back corner. A lone man sat with his back to the wall.<br/><br/>He didn't look tall, maybe he was, it was difficult to tell with him sitting in the chair with the table pulled up to him. He was nursing a draft beer. He was wearing a black tee shirt with angel wings and the word Affliction written across it. His arms were fairly smooth, not a hairy guy but the arms looked  he played tennis, long ropey muscles. Tori couldn't tell anything about his hair because he had a black watch cap pulled down to his ears. A stray ray of light picked up the facets of a diamond in his ear.<br/><br/>"Do you think that is the guy?" Tori murmured to Jacob, nodding toward him.<br/><br/>Jacob strode over to the table and stretched out his hand. The guy just looked at him and sipped on his beer. Jacob's  hand faltered and he stuck his hand in his hoodie's pocket.<br/>"Sorry, I thought you were someone else." Jacob said, turning to go.<br/><br/>"Wait," the man said, kicking the chairs out for them to sit down. "You Dillon? I been waiting on you. I thought the chick had black hair, didn't expect a magic marker head."<br/><br/>Tori looked at Jacob and started to leave but to her dismay, he sat down, raised a finger to the bartender and gestured for her to sit. He didn't speak to the man but ordered a bucket of beer. When he twisted off the top of one, handed it to Tori, took care of himself and settled back, drinking. The silence became palatable. Finally, the man leaned across the table and said,<br/><br/>"Well? I'm here. You guys are here. What the fuck now?" he said, conversationally.