<strong>Name:</strong>Zharkov's Thugs<br/><br/><strong>Location:</strong>Back Room<br/><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Ariel<br/><br/><hr/><br/>With the angel's light flooding through the mostly barren storage room (probably there for "business meetings" more than anything), the thugs dropped their prisoner to shield their eyes, the heavily bruised and bloodied male elf quite worse for wear, but still alive. Off against the wall, his girlfriend, the prostitute, cowered, wondering if her boss would decide to blame her for the angel's intrusion and punish her even more. Berenger knew better than to make his merchandise ugly, so there was a high likelihood he would choose to kill her rather than just hurt and scar her. She didn't want that choice to be too viable, but this new situation wasn't helping things.<br/><br/>The brutish men lowered their hands as they started to adjust to the brilliance before them, their narrowed eyes making them appear even more animalistic. A couple of them seemed ready to back off at Ariel's persuasion and just leave the already beaten male to recover, but the leader stepped forward and cracked his knuckles almost cartoonishly. "This is Zharkov business. We don't answer to you. If you have a problem, take it up with the man in the black mask. We ain't got any answers for you, except to beat your ass, too," the tall human threatened, then turned his back on her and gave a gesture to his men. With only slight hesitation, two of them bent down and lifted the boyfriend up by his arms again, ready to continue issuing their discipline until the boss arrived.<br/><br/>---<br/><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Danny<br/><br/><strong>Location:</strong>Elevator to Booth<br/><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Damon, Jack, Shizuru<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Seconds after seeing the vampire come back down the "elevator" and head out into the club again, the kitsune bouncer received a message from his boss and looked out over the club. He spotted the ones that were to be sent up sitting at a booth together, talking and sharing a drink from his race's native land. He started walking over to them quickly, moving people out of the way and establishing his dominance where needed, but mostly just using his smaller frame to get where he needed to go so he could get the job done fast. As soon as he was at the side of Jack and Shizuru's table, he tapped loudly on the surface, half-glaring at both of them in his best manner of intimidation. "The owner wants you both upstairs. You know where the elevator is, right?"