<strong>Name:</strong>Marchosias<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Zed, Ayr<br/><br/>Leaning back against the booth, Marc had a smile on his face as he watched the pretty fairy arrive first gliding up to the VIP deck and settling gracefully into her seat like she had been rehearsing her arrival all day. Their grace was always his favorite thing about fairies. Even when they were getting shot, they never seemed to miss a step or show any sign that things weren't go exactly as they expected them too. "What's the matter, are my floors too dirty for you?" he joked as she landed a couple seats over, smiling like a friend who was looking to have a good time, rather than a stranger looking to pay her for sex or murder. Of course, he believed he could always get the former from her for free, if he wanted it.<br/><br/>"It's a pleasure to meet you, Zed," he stated softly, stroking the back of her hand with his thumb as he shook it, his sunglasses hiding his eyes as they dipped down to admired her perfectly presented breasts. If he had been looking for a whore, he would have already been convinced to hire her by now, but as it was, he was more interested in the other skills he knew she possessed.<br/><br/>Now it was time to get into the heart of matters, or at least a layer of skin deeper. "Why don't you start by telling me a bit about what you can do? What makes you useful?" he questioned vaguely, letting go of her hand to lean back against his seat once more. He wanted to make sure he wasn't hiring a rookie, here.<br/><br/>Back down on the main floor, the kitsune escort scowled at Ayr as the archon made a quip about his sidearm and snatched the glass with the gold coins away from him. "I can afford whatever gun I want," he snapped, even as he took the coins and slipped them into the pockets of his jeans. "Just because I work here doesn't mean I don't have as much money as one of you angels..."