There's no fanfare, bells, or even an appropriated breeze accompanying the Tauren rake Oni Stoneshield as he struts into the Bobbing Head. Lingering by the entrance, Oni's resigned himself to a more subtle introduction tonight, his creative energy completely sapped from a long day's work of reading blueprints and strapping explosives to goblin backs. He certainly dresses the part of an eccentric engineer - black leathers, goggles, and gunpowder residue in all the right places. His belt is decorated with a number of gadgets and tools, and there are two silver-plated sais strapped to his narrow hips.<br/><br/>Slipping two Booty Bay bruisers - one male, one female - by the entrance a familiar smirk, the pair of goblins immediately notice him and enthusiastically wave their clubs for him. After exchanging a few words, the bull leans down and plants a surprisingly affectionate kiss on both of their ears. As Oni's large muzzle smothers their oversized ears, the whole scene would look bizarre anywhere else.<b>"I'll be seeing your lovely greenskinned selves tomorrow, aye?"</b>he says with a wink, prompting the goblins to giggle and nod knowingly. They talk for a few moments more before the bruisers' angry supervisor yells at them to get back to work, forcing a despondent Tauren to seek conversation elsewhere.<b>"To the bar? To the bar."</b><br/><br/>It takes Oni nearly a minute to work his way over to Fergus' bar. In fact, he might as well be navigating a sloppy minefield during the walk. Bars just aren't designed for Tauren dimensions any more, he thinks, narrowly avoiding one too many scenes involving transformation potions and Draenei futas. Once at his destination, the Tauren prettyboy slides onto one of the only barstools that'll fit his seven foot tower of lean muscle. The stool creaks and gags with the Tauren's full weight on it, but he doesn't seem to mind, already hollering at Fergus to supply him with some drink. Oni flings a few silver onto the bar, probably a substantial amount more than what his drink is worth.<br/><br/><b>"How are you tonight, Fergus? I'll have the mead, my usual,"</b>Oni says as the busy barkeep retrieves his drink, the Tauren's attention already diverted to the Dwarf sitting a few spaces away from him. Shooting Rowan a grin, Oni's eyes warmly look the Dwarf up and down, noting his nose piercing, peculiar pants bulge, and bulbous sack. Running an idle hoof through his waist-length brown hair, Oni seems particularly interested in the latter.<b>"That piercing had to have hurt. I've never seen the likes of you here before...ah. What's in that bag you got there?"</b><br/><br/>The look Oni gives Rowan suggests he knows full well what's in there, but he'd rather hear it from the Dwarf.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>