<blockquote class="uncited"><div>Reizu huffed and poked out his tongue. "Scaredy cat. More like dog." He grinned as though he said nothing wrong.</div></blockquote><br/>Chris spun around and floored Reizu with a punch to the snout before placing a footpaw on the wolfeasel's face to shut him up. "No testosterone here." He smiled innocently.<br/><blockquote class="uncited"><div>She put the phone back to her ear. "Yes, that would be fine. We should be able to make the free time for some time today. When and where were you thinking of?"</div></blockquote><br/>"Ah, good. Eh, we didn't really have a particular location. If there's a pub you can meet me in that'd be great, around 2-ish."<br/>((OOC: I'm gonna skip ahead if it's alright. And seeing as the Sugarclub's a real Dublin club I might as well go for a real Dublin pub.))<br/>As the trio walked into the Boar's head they saw an odd-looking creature sitting in the corner in a faded EyeHateGod t-shirt. He looked mostly human except for the patches of scales running down his arm, getting thicker as it reached his hand before tapering into a claw which extended over his hand-if he turned his arm over you'd see the regular human hand underneath. If he wasn't wearing boots you'd see the same for his legs. As well as that he had dark, purple-red pupils and most noticeably a large pair of draconic wings coming out of his back. He was a half-dragon. He looked up as the band entered and smiled, revealing sharp fangs where his incisors should have been, not vampiric, draconic. He waved them over, motioning to the pad on the table and the tape recorder on his lap to show he was the reporter.