<strong>Name:</strong>Nick Voss (Satyr)<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Rutilus, Jessamyne<br/><br/>Nick snorted slightly, eyes opening in a bit of surprise, but darkening as the centaur presumed to know what kinda shit Nick had been through.<br/><strong>"Well, aren't you just a fuckin saint."</strong>he shook his head as the surprise faded, eyes on the floor as he smiled through the dismissive gesture. Looking back the the centaur, his eyes had hardened in their look.<strong>"If you don't like the game, then maybe you shouldn't try to be a player. See that guy?" </strong>he pointed to Jack as he spoke,<strong>"He made his play, and you know what happened to him. This ain't a city for saints and heroes, centaur. It's a shithole with a few too many guns and runes thrown in."</strong>he knocked back the last of his drink.<br/><br/><strong>"Now, I'd rather not have a nice little chat about the <em>'good ol' days'</em> with the herd, especially since you ain't seem to have half a lick about the shit that goes on outside of your precious clan politics. You seem like a smart kid, but if you keep acting like your too good for this business, someone who <em>isn't </em>is gonna end up filling that gold heart of yours with lead or steel."</strong>Nick grunted slightly as he stood away from the bar, leaving a bill behind.<strong>"Next drink is on me. While you have it, think over whether this is the kinda place you wanna be, and the kinda people you wanna be around."</strong>he gestured widely to the room, from the beaten orcs to the gangbanger kitsune, from the legs-spread angel to the two elementals in their stand-off.<strong>"This is JUST my kinda hell, is it yours?"</strong>he grunted again as he turned away, walking away from the centaur.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>For a moment, Nick began to head for Charisma, drawn to her for the same reasons he had been all those months ago, even without thinking. With a slight snort he shook his head free of it, instead taking a look around. He thought he could smell a corpse, an old one... and felt his hair stand on end. Vamps were the one thing he never got used to. Hell demons were less creepy in his books (most of the time). But what caught his eye was an elf, one who had already been upstairs and back. Deciding it was about time he found out more about their potential employer, like a professional ought to, he approached her.<br/><br/>Even with the job on the mind, it was hard for the horned man not to notice the way her jean clad bottom thrust out on the seat as he walked up to the seat beside her, settling himself down on it carefully.<strong>"So. I saw you went up to see this mysterious 'employer'."</strong>he attempted to pay for her drink as the bartender returned, in a time-honored tradition of bribery for information. Between professionals, of course. He didn't look directly at her as he spoke. While he might find her lithe form of interest, it didn't really pertain to his purposes for the moment. He wasn't expecting much, used to elves generally thinking of him as a thug not worth their time, but if believed all stereotypes were right, well, he'd believe that too,<em>and</em>wouldn't even try approaching her.