<strong>Name:</strong>Orc Bartender/Kitsune Bouncer<br/><br/><strong>Location:</strong>Bar<br/><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Shizuru, Taurus, Damon/All<br/><br/><hr/><br/>The tall orc smiled at Taurus' formality, knowing people who spoke with respect to an orc and didn't get angry when he revealed how much he knew about them were few and far between. He was well-dressed, too, but that could be said for a lot of the players that were showing up now. He was sure a big part of it was that the bull-man was from out-of-town, meaning he hadn't been subjected to years of the filth and evil this city drowned every one of its inhabitants in. Before he could talk further with the doctor and fill out his order, though, he was called back over by the demoness, who seemed to think one glass was somehow more respectful than another. A ridiculous notion for a bartender to have, he thought, but he wasn't about to ignore a customer's request.<br/><br/>Trudging back over, the orc slipped the proper drinking utility out of a cupboard and set it before her, quickly pouring the sake from the glass to the ceramic, then tossing the used glass along with the dirty ones under the counter. "My apologies. I forget that there are people at there who care about more than just getting as drunk as possible," the orc complimented, taking note of the human he had seen her glancing over at as he returned to the bovine and poured him his cranberry vodka. "Enjoy, doc. I'll talk to you when we're less busy," he offered, moving over to where a white-haired man had joined the little group. "Any specific kind of wine, sir?" he asked, seeming to smirk at the vague request.<br/><br/>A little further past the bar, the corner with the elevator lit up briefly as the security boy took out his phone, checking the message before talking it away and taking a stride across the floor. Anyone could tell that he was try to look as tough as he could despite his young and pretty androgynous appearance, his pants hanging loose like a wannabe gangbanger and the rusted grip of a handgun sticking out of the waist of said pants like a very forced warning. He walked along those sitting at the bar, not making eye contact until he came up behind Damon, who was apparently his first target. He tapped the vampire on the shoulder and, once he had his attention, crudely jabbed toward the elevator toward his thumb before folding his arms over his chest and waiting for him to follow the command.