Name: Jack Mason<br/>Tags: Marc, Nick, Demona (In mention), Jugo (In mention)<br/><br/>*******<br/><br/>Jack managed to down twelve more drinks by the time Marc made his pretty little speech. Jack was certain the barkeeper, who's name was revealed to be 'Rixx' had switched the alcoholic drinks with non alcoholic replicas after the third drink. Normally Jack would mention the point earlier, but it probably make sense. Being piss poor drunk would not make him seem hireable, and he was only drinking to distract himself from the overbearing urge to go and snap the Vampire's neck like a tiny, undead Popsicle stick. He didn't really care much for the man who served the brotherhood. He was insulted by the offer of protection. Were it not for that, he wouldn't have made any gesture towards the vampire. His mistake came in misunderstanding the Werewolf's intentions and misstepping his words.<br/><br/>The Werewolf listened intently, noticing the plan being outlined. It made sense, and played to people's strengths. Plus, he could be a werewolf and no one would recognise the 'dreaded' Jack Mason. Being notorious had proven only to be a pain in the ass so far, so he didn't mind just breaking someones face so far as a werewolf. Even his inner-wild felt approval at the thought of breaking some Dwarven heads. When Marc briefly mentioned Demona, Jack felt the sense of lust he'd denied for a while grow again. He still had to screw the woman later, it'd be fun to do so, even if she could suck souls from people's mouths. Ironically, he had a soul to share, so maybe that would throw the Demon off her stride. It mattered little, he just wanted to fuck her.<br/><br/>Jack rose from the bar, Standing next to the rather tall Satyr. He didn't really give two fucks about most of the people here: A couple had shown some competence, and a couple had rekindled his desire to visit the Maidenhood's nearest brothel and fuck every 'sister' until the institution was forced to close. Yet the Satyr had earned a bit of Jack's respect. Anyone can be a musclehead, not everyone can be smart enough to use that muscle: Nick had shown himself to be at least a little smart. He'd hi den behind the 'big fish' in order to analyse the situation, and had been smart enough not to get distracted by a pair of tits and focus on the man with the balls to gather some of the biggest, scariest fuckers in the city and organise them into one job.