<strong>Name:</strong>Nick Voss<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Jack Mason, Rutilus, Zed, Demona, Bartender<br/><br/>As time wore on, the slummy little dive certainly got... colourful.<br/><br/>Rutilus, the centaur. Nick remembered that one, some talented member of 'the clan' that ran the Unleashed. His exile had been a rather public affair, and one anyone involved with the gang knew about. As just an enforcer and frequent eye candy at gang gatherings, Nick guessed Rutilus might recognize him, even if he couldn't he sure from where. Their departures from the gang had been similarly timed, and similarly friendly, each in their own way. But Nick has his drink, and reminders of the 'good old days' weren't fondly looked upon by the horned beastman.<br/><br/>The woman who entered after, with boots that screamed for attention, with a figure and walk that screamed sex in big neon letters, certainly got Nick's attention. Her drink order certainly amused him as well, but a nearly unbelievable sight stole the satyr's attention away.<br/><br/>Jack<em>fuckin</em>Mason.<br/>Nick stared, nearly unable to believe it. He was different, leaner he thought, but a decade in prison would do that to anyone, even the infamous werewolf. He could remember when he was still a young gun, when the moonlover had turned against the Brothers, and fallen himself. Hell, he'd gotten the Maidenhood and Brothers Fallen to actually<em>team up</em>to take him down, and if the stories were even half true, fucked or killed almost every player who got directly involved with taking him out. The man was a walking legend, but the kind that made Nick suddenly take his host<strong>a lot</strong>more seriously, rather than inspiring any awe. Jack almost bee-lined for the dangerous looking woman, and Nick could only hear some of what they said, and with a dark chuckle to himself, realized the poor guy probably hadn't had more than his hand for comfort in ten years.<br/><br/>As distracting as some of the club's 'guests' were, Nick didn't miss the short and lean kitsune gangbanger type that was sending a few folks upstairs. He also didn't miss the elegant faerie as she floated her way over, her rainbow stockings keeping Nick's eyes on her for as long as he could, finding himself dealing with a little shiver up his spine in her absence. The other two sent up were also fairly impressive, looking like the kind of quick little bastards he<em>hated</em>in a fight. Both of them pretty, but he knew better than to think of either as anything other than a deadly little package that just happened to have a pretty bow.<br/><br/>Turning away from the club again, the stayr leaned on the bartop, it creaking in protest under him. He flagged down the bartender, already well tipped, and ordered another drink.<strong>"Another whiskey. And hey... whats the deal with tonight? What kind of player is running this little show?"</strong>Nick knew better than to ask a question without a reward, and slid an extra bill to the orc with the drink's payment.<br/><br/>