<strong>Name:</strong>Marc<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Zed, Ayr, Jessamyne<br/><br/>Marc had some rather strange values when it came to business and pleasure. He believed that they should be kept totally separate, so no one would be grabbing any higher favor in his group just by sleeping with him. However, he also believed it was perfectly fine to have your business partners also be your pleasure partners, if they were good enough in both areas. So while he smiled a bit wider at Zed's playing around dangerously close to his lap, that didn't mean she had a higher chance of getting hired, just that he had a hire chance of bedding her later in the evening when business was over with. He glanced to the side to watch Jessamyne leave the VIP area, assuming she either wouldn't come back, or she was going to go and do the job he had asked. At least that would give him a few minutes for a pleasure break.<br/><br/>"It looks like you already know those answers," the nephilim spoke to Zed as she toyed with his belt, not showing the slightest bit of shyness himself. Being played with in public wasn't exactly a new experience for him. "A fairy like you is too intuitive for such easy questions."<br/><br/>---<br/><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Kitsune Bouncer<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Jessamyne<br/><br/>Having just gotten done dragged two and a half unconscious orcs out of the club (or rather holding up the legs while the other, much stronger orc bouncers carried them out), the lieutenant grumbled in annoyance at the scenes these criminal applicants were causing all over the club. Marc wanted him running errands for him, sending people up whenever he was ready to talk to them, but how the fuck was he supposed to get that down when these thuggish orcs and dwarves were getting into fights all over the place? It was hard enough trying to handle security on a regular night, since no one really took a five-foot-six bouncer seriously. Sighing, he took a beer from behind the bar and settled in against the rail at the base of the steps leading to the VIP deck, closing his eyes and trying to drown out the music, not too mindful of the narrow open behind the rail he was leaning against or behind the staircase, as well as the bar he was at the corner of.