Name: Ayr<br/>Tagged: Demona, Jess, JD, other clubby NPC's<br/>Location: Golden Pick main floor, soon to be elsewhere<br/>Ayr feigned rejection, pushed away by the woman he so "loved" not that anyone could see his smirk through his gasmask as he asked for a drink.<br/>he spent a few minutes nursing the drink, pretending to build up courage. not that the rowdy drunks nearby would notice. Between the thumpping songs and the almost brillitanly gaudy golden decor, he almost didn't notice one come up to him. "Hey pup, ya actually lost a succubi" he laughed, it was some big wolf or other canid picking on the poor lost puppy. "She treated ya like a bitch man" he turned to his buddies "bet that whore wanted a real dog."<br/>His hand was splayed out on the table ayr smiled. "you know what" he loudly announced "I'm going after her" when mr. alpha turned around to say somthing, "thanks for the pep talk" then jammed a fork through his hand.  "and don't talk that way about my sweetie."  he walked off to chat up the door guard, not every eye was on him, but more than a few. It was a decent act.<br/><br/>More improtantly a hurt heart was an excuse to get through the door guard. they talkied for a bit when he finally asked "I need to get in there sir, I have to talk to my mistress."   "Ye gonna cause trouble more an likely" he waved the dwarf's suspisions away. "no no, I don't want to cause trouble. I'm sorry for the outburst at the bar. he insulted her. I just..." he let his sholders droop. "can I get an escort to some quiet area untill she and the guys are done." "well I don see why not. I'll keep an eye on ya" hook line and... well not sinker, he still had a dwarf to deal with, but that was fine.