<strong>Name:</strong>Marchosias<br/><br/><strong>Location:</strong>Bar<br/><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Jared, Riks<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Sipping on some Angelo Bianco from a freshly opened bottle, Marc turned his head to look at the first person to approach him while he waited for the entire group to heal up and gather themselves. A small smirk formed on his face as he saw it was Orion and he shook his head lightly, speaking just as he tipped his drink back again. "You look ridiculous, you know," he said for reasons unknown, turning around to lean back against the bar and look over the ruins of his club. It would be quite easy to repair it in time for tomorrow night's crowd, of course, hopefully he would get to see a lot of the same faces returning for continued work. "You weren't here for the security fiasco, so you don't get credit for that. Stick around for the next job, though, and you might even get a little pocket change out of it," he told Jared, not hinting yet at what that job might be. He didn't want to put him ahead of the game or anything, though everyone would be hearing about it soon enough.