It was another relatively cool night out at the docks. Of course it was normally cool by the docks period but this night feltâ€¦different. Marek was tending to a large pallet of boxes, securing the last them to be brought back inside from a large shipload that came earlier that day, and what a long day that made it. It had already been a full twelve hours and Marek still worked like a machine. After putting finishing the final knots on the rope he used to secure the boxes on the pallet, Mareksâ€™ foreman finally came outside.<br/><br/>â€œMarek what the hell are you still doing here? Weâ€™re all done for the day andâ€¦.â€ He paused a moment taking in that the entire shipment was put away save for this one pallet that Marek was working on, â€œâ€¦you did the whole load? Christ Marek that didnâ€™t all need to be done today. Youâ€™ve only been here a week kid, thereâ€™s no need to show off.â€ Marek just continued to tie the last of the knots and hopped in the forklift. â€œI know Carl but Iâ€™ve got nothing else to do tonight so Iâ€™m just making the most of it. Kind of just got lost in the work ya know? You donâ€™t have to pay me overtime. Iâ€™ll just put this in and go.â€<br/><br/>With that Marek started up the forklift and scooped up the pallet and drove in towards the back of the warehouse with the rest of the shipment it came with. After securing the machine Marek headed back towards the door and found Carl still standing there. â€œYou know I donâ€™t think youâ€™ve gone anywhere else around here except for this dock and wherever it is youâ€™re staying. Youâ€™re young, you should be out having fun at night and staggering in here late in the morning, all hung over and shit like the rest of these numbnut fools I have working for me.â€ Carl snorted a brief laugh. Marek took this as the perfect opportunity to figure out where the bar â€œSinzâ€ was exactly. If anyone would know, itâ€™d be Carl.<br/><br/>â€œWell, I was recommended by a friend to check out a bar called â€˜Sinzâ€™. You know anything about it?â€ Marek asked innocently. Carlâ€™s face fell slightly into a more disgruntled look before he turned and motioned Marek to exit with him while he locks up the warehouse. â€œI hear that place is bad newsâ€¦â€ Carl started. Then he looked Marek over for a brief second, â€œBut you look like a guy whoâ€™s able to handle himself. If youâ€™re really that interested, itâ€™s down about five blocks west of here. You canâ€™t miss it.â€ With that the two men exchanged a brief â€œgoodbyeâ€ and Marek began walking in the direction Carl had mentioned.<br/><br/>It wasnâ€™t long before Marek found what he was looking for. The sign said it all and he had a strange feeling that he was supposed to be here, save for the info he managed to squeeze out of that crack head Fae when he first arrived in Florida. Word was that the woman Marek was so enchanted by back in Louisiana at the underground fight club just happened to be a Siren and that apparently the local Vampires were hot for her blood. Marekâ€™s elder educated him in the other supernatural races, but only briefly mentioned Sirens. He knew only that they were powerful, and rare. So if the Vampireâ€™s wanted her, it had to be for a good reasonâ€¦well, good for them and bad for her and any other Siren out there. Marek couldnâ€™t help it; he had to try to help her but he didnâ€™t really know why other than he felt compelled to do so.<br/><br/>With a deep breath Marek pushed his way into the bar and was surprised at how dead it was. He observed two at a table and one loner in the back making themselves quite comfy on one of the couches. But suddenly something else grabbed Marekâ€™s attention like a ghostly hand gripping his soul and slowly pulling it out of his body. He turned to the bar and to his surprise, found the mysterious women heâ€™d been looking for. Marek took a second to take in her presence, her demeanor, and her beauty. Suddenly he felt the urge of the beast within him and his eyes started to grow in yellow color. It took Marek a good few seconds to calm himself down. After a deep breath he realized he had been standing in the same spot staring off at the bar like a fool and he could feel all sets of eyes on him. He quickly cleared his throat and made his way to the bar. He leaned in from the end of the bar with his forearms resting on the counter. â€œNice place you run here. Itâ€™s a shame itâ€™s not packed.â€ Marek started. His voice was a little gruff, but soft for the moment, just enough to get her attention.