Name: Jack 'Jekyll' Mason<br/><br/>Location: Bar-->Booth<br/><br/>Tagging: Shizuru, Taurus.<br/><br/>________________________<br/><br/>The Lycanthropic man finally rose from his seat at the bar. Sighing as he brought the glass of whiskey to his lips: Draining it. Jack turned to the orc, who's name was revealed to be Riks, and tapped the top of the whiskey bottle. With a mouth that half resembled a smile and half resembled a grimace, Jack asked the Bartender to 'save the bottle for later.' He had a feeling he might need it.<br/><br/>Turning away from the bar, Jack spoke to the Bovine male, his tone rather blunt. "I don't know what use you are, Veterinarian, but you were invited here because someone thought you might be. If you're having a panic attack: It just means your animal instincts can sense what I 'really' am." pausing for a moment, Jack started to chuckle quite loudly at a thought that crossed his mind: The Minotaur-like creature had announced himself as a Vet. Fate was riddled with ironic twists. "All I can promise is that I won't do anything if you don't try and attack me. Y'know, when it gets 'hairy'." His words were odd, but to anyone who actually knew Jack for what he was, the wording might cause a chuckle.<br/><br/>Having said his peace to the Minotaur, Jack felt an urge to find more interesting company. Surveying the room, already sizing up every member of the room and scanning for the ones he'd soon be ripping apart, Jack noticed a few people of merit; A masked human, an Angel, the Demoness, a couple humans that seemed...out of place, hell: Most of the people stood out as potentially interesting outcastes in the criminal underworld. Obviously though, due to circumstances out of his control, Jack felt himself drawn between the two polar opposite beauties.<br/><br/>It's a rare instance in which a beauty from Heaven and a beauty from Hell were in the same room, open to the scrutinizing eye. Both had a charm to them, and Jack couldn't hide a few less than honest thoughts as he shamelessly examined the two women, trying to decide whom should grace him with their presence. Eventually, the decision came down to who was already occupied. The angel was talking to a masked figure: and the demoness was not. Combining that with the fact that he should probably apologise for his less than friendly first impression made the decision fairly easy.<br/><br/>Jack walked over and sat in the space opposite Shizuru at her occupied booth. He gave an honest smile at the women, his plain face hiding what he truly was. It was unlikely that the Demoness didn't know what he was: Or at the very least, could sense what he was. The Lycanthrope nodded lightly at the woman. "Do you mind? I'd certainly be welcome for the company. And I guess I owe you an apology." Jack extended a hand to the woman, offering a gesture of friendship and apology. "I'm Jack Mason. A pleasure to meet you."