<div class="floatleft"><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Taurus Beresford</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/fe/Tb.jpg)</div></div><br/><strong>Location:</strong> on a bar stool<br/><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Riks<br/><br/>-----------------------------------<br/></div>Taurus Listened to Riks talk about his race and the peculiarities that comes along with being such, "Well, I've never been one to really look down on people for how they look, and to be honest, many of the ranch hands and other farm folk with which I was regularly in contact did not exactly have the most pleasant of appearances. Much of that is due to their living conditions; rural living makes it a lot less convenient for personal maintenance." He drank the last of his cup setting it down, "I can understand why people would be more likely to abhor your race's appearance, but I used to be human, and it was quite a shock to suddenly be shunned for my new appearance the cause of which was completely beyond my control."<br/><br/>He was about to respond to the option to dance when there was a loud crash, and turning to see what was going on, he saw one of the thugs bouncing out of the room where the angel had gone. He got up to see what was going on, standing between the man on the floor and the door from where he had come. Inside all the thugs had been thrashed and the angel was standing near the couple who had been dragged into the room following their heated debate. He wasn't exactly sure who to help, but no one seemed to be seriously hurt. He looked back towards the middle of the room just in time to see Jack and the demoness walking to the elevator and ride it up.  The man with the fox like ears seemed to be collecting himself from whatever had happened during his encounter at the table where the pair had previously been seated.<br/><br/>The music changed to something resembling a mix of two styles, one of them being beatbox type for which he absolutely did not like. He walked back to the bar with the thought,<em>It is very difficult to dance to music that doesn't have a regular type beat; why do they always have to variate it like this.</em>He sat back on the stool and motioned for a refill while he awaited his turn to be seen upstairs.