<strong>Name:</strong>Nick Voss (Satyr)<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Bartender, Rutilus, Jack, Demona<br/><br/><strong>"Huh sounds like quite a-"</strong>Nick's response to the bartender's rather frank answers was cut off as the infamous Jack Mason made a rather furry and suddenly violent scene. The satyr scowled, wondering if maybe the last 10 years being away had made the werewolf lose more of himself to the beast than was best for him. Running with the Unleashed, he'd seen some pretty nasty wolves, the type you kept chained up because they just weren't in control of it anymore. But for a few moments, the bartender, a burly black skinned beast, seemed to have things handled.<br/><br/>The approach of the centaur had Nick's scowl lightening, but only briefly.<strong>"Rutilus right? Don't think we ever worked together. Though if you wanna get nitpicky, I quit. Difference is, when they throw <em>you</em> out, no one tries to kill you. Bit of a difference."</strong>he smiled a smart-ass grin at the centaur. He didn't know why the gentle-spoken 'taur was exiled from the herd, but he certainly didn't act like most of the ones Nick had met.<br/><br/>Even as the bartender gave Jack a not very polite invitation to meet the boss, fresh chaos broke out. It was over fast, but the orc on the floor looked like he'd aged at least a few years from the few second kiss. The flash of wings and flexing of powers had Nick scowling deeply again. Even if he employed some rather brute methods, and language, when it came to it, he had always considered himself a professional. A right asshole, but a professional one. That meant keeping things quiet when a potential employer wanted them quiet, and the boss' customers<em>not</em>drained, beaten, maimed, or dead. While he had a fresh respect for both the succubus and the werewolf's power, he didn't retain a whole lot regarding their professionalism. Nick stayed politely listening to Rutilus, but kept an eye on the situation at the other end of the bar, just in case the black orc needed a hand, or some horns, to keep things civil.