<strong>Name:</strong>Couple<br/><br/><strong>Location:</strong>Backroom<br/><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Ariel<br/><br/><hr/><br/>The male elf fell to floor again as he was released from very nearly being used as a shield against a very powerful woman, too weak from the beating to keep his legs straight. He was fairly bruised and bloody, and not very conscious of what had happened, only that the men who had been assaulting him were gone and the angel seemed to be the cause. He shakily lifted his head to look at her, brown hair completely messed and slightly dirty with blood in a couple of spots, before simply letting it fall back to the floor again, not unconscious, but not in the best condition, either.<br/><br/>The prostitute's eyes were wide and the poor girl found it hard to move for several seconds. When she did, it was with slow, timid steps, her unblinking eyes glued to Ariel until she decided the angel didn't mean her any harm. Once that was established in her mind, she picked up her speed until she could kneel next to her boyfriend, her hair hiding her face while she checked on him. "Thank you..." she said in a weak voice, as if she wasn't entirely relieved. To an angel, her soul would show slight relief that the one person that actually sort of cared about her wasn't being hurt anymore, but all else was consumed with fear of what Zharkov would do to her as payback for his thugs being attacked, even if it was only very indirectly her fault. Such fear was the basis of her life, it seemed.<br/><br/>---<br/><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Danny, Marc<br/><br/><strong>Location:</strong>Booth to Office<br/><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Jack, Shizuru<br/><br/><hr/><br/>To his credit, even though Danny had been a little more wide-eyed and open-mouthed than a real tough guy would have been while the demoness took him down, he recovered quickly and even only flinched a little when Hyde made a little show of himself. Setting his mask of apathy and casual disdain back in place, he took a couple moments less than Jack to admire Shizuru's ass before following the two supernatural beings to the elevator (because it was best to not turn you back on someone dangerous, not because he was a tag-along, of course). With the tap, he opened the sleek, almost organically moving door for them and sent them on their way, hoping the next person he had to grab would have a little more respect for the security.<br/><br/>Up in the office, the pair would find Marchosias sitting exactly where he had when Damon had come up, on the center couch in an office devoid of desk or paper. Demons of pleasure tended not to use their offices for such things as paperwork; if he actually had any files down on paper, they were probably stored somewhere else. Maybe even in a different pocket dimension, if he could handle two at once. "I'll make you an offer, Shizuru: work two jobs for me tonight, that little bar of yours is repaid.  Join me in my new venture, and I'll be the one in your debt," he suggested with a smile, his own shades hiding his eyes from even a demonic or lycanthropic gaze. Despite not looking terribly expensive, they were probably enchanted. "Don't tell me you weren't looking for something more interesting. That place was cheap, and you could have found any loan shark in this town to pay for it. So why else would you come to the type of person who doesn't want to be paid back in money?"<br/><br/>---<br/><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Riks<br/><br/><strong>Location:</strong>Bar<br/><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Taurus<br/><br/><hr/><br/>"Whatever. It's all perspective, anyway," the orc told the kind customer with a shrug, wondering how he would be treated in the city. "Maybe to humans, elves, angels, and the like, we may look bad, but that's just because most of them like to stick to their own. They may call kobolds ugly, too, or dwarves, but they seem to be just fine with each other. It's all those angels making themselves out to be the best example of beauty that are making everyone think they have to look like that kind of race," Riks ranted, up until a particularly projectile reentered the bar from the back room they were using.<br/><br/>He thought about intervening, since Danny seemed a bit preoccupied with some other guests, but the fight seemed to be over anyway. He waited until Taurus returned before giving a soft chuckle and grin. "Whatever caused that can't be too pretty. Why don't you go and check things out, doctor? I'm sure someone got roughed up enough back there to need a little help. And be sure to tell whoever's back there to let security handle it next time. I don't like people fighting in my bar," Riks suggested, though it came out as more of an order, or maybe a test for the job.