<strong>Berenger Zharkov<br/><br/>Location: Gehenna, booth<br/><br/>Tagging: Speaking to Carol then Adam</strong><br/>Berenger snorted the line of red powder, three seconds is all it took for "Shank" (street name) to take affect, sticking to the walls of the lungs and coating them in a thick elastic like tissue, the drug constricted the lungs and raised adrenaline rushing to and form the brain and heart. Berenger shivered and clenched his fists, his nails tore into his palms from the tension, though he calmed down after a moment as the magic did its work, hardening his muscle tissue and shortening his breathing. Berenger continued dashing up the lines of Shank and bunching it up into lines again with his bank card, he found it funny how a small piece of plastic contained his entire profit from prostitution. But Berenger was always aware of every little thing that happened around him, thanks to drugs that is, he took in Carol's comment and elaborated once more.<br/><br/>"Yes in a nutshell it is a DMZ, but the younger people especially the filthy fucking Orcs try to make it their own... to no avail of course... why don't you look me in the eye?..."<br/>As he finished his sentence, Berenger picked up on the cracking of bones and the popping of joints from across the bar, the drugs were doing their work but almost too much. From what he could hear a few things were certain; his girl was in trouble, a teenager got too excited trying to get his dick wet, a fight took place and... shit, the elf-whore's boyfriend started shouting again. Berenger's pupils seemed to shrink to dots as he stood up, he apologised to Carol for getting up and made his way over to the arguing couple. The little shit was there, shouting at his girlfriend, Berenger's worker and property whom he had warned about shouting when on the job. He placed a thick hand on the shoulder of the boyfriend and looked at the masked man who saved his worker from trouble, the narcotics in Berenger's system started to kick in at the wrong time, his anger was seeping through his eyes and the skull motif made it worse.<br/><br/>Berenger's grip hardened on the boyfriend and his men had moved behind Berenger, "Take this little fuck out back and wait for me!" they pulled the kid from his seat, he did not make a sound as he was struck by fear, not even when they through him out of the back door. His attention was then turned on the elf-girl.<br/><br/>"What... did... I... say?"  he whispered into her ear<br/><br/>"Berenger I-I'm so sorr-" tears started to gather at her eyes as she held back her cries.<br/><br/>"What did I say..." Berenger placed a hand on the back of her neck, the cut on his hand started to seep out staining the elf's neck.<br/><br/>She let out a small sob and Berenger's anger had broken through, he pushed her head onto the table and held it there, he then pulled out his hatchet. This signature weapon made from obsidian which gave Berenger the nickname, he rested the blade atop of her neck, more of Berenger's men were present and stood around their boss, the elf and the masked man to hide what was happening. Berenger was breathing heavily and raised the hatchet high in the air, but he caught sight of the masked mans' appearance and felt his presence. He snapped out of his rage and looked to his men, "Take this little chatte out back with her boyfriend, once more wait for me and do not lay a finger on her..." Like slaves to a pharoah the henchmen listened and dragged her out as wlel, Berenger put away his hatchet and turned attention back to Carol sitting on her own, but he spoke to the masked man before he left.<br/><br/>"You, boy, come sit with us, ease your mind and get shit-faced. You deserve compensation for that little show you just saw..."<br/><br/>He sat back down with Carol, forgetting all previous talks with her and taking his suspicions out of his head.<br/><br/>"That was a rare occurance you just saw, don't let it take your sights off this place..."