Ayr<br/>Tags: Zed, Marcho, VIP<br/><br/>Ayr patted his escort's cheek with a sly almosty innocent smile. "actually by friend, I'm poor as shit. before I came here I was down to tricks in the backstreets." he laughed lightly "others bought Dust, Crack, and Lace, with their cut, I bought runes and made weapons." the busness was starting to take off before he was called, custom guns and swords went for a lot these days, even if getting the starting cost for the materals had Ayr sucking, fucking, and faking. "Banks don't exactly give start up loans to weapons manufacturers, and I am not going to crawl back to The Dawn for a loanshark."  he grabbed the Kitsune lutenant around the waist and  ran a finger down the barrel of the gun. "Like I said get a better peice, hate to loose a new aquantance before we've had a chance to "talk" I might help you find one later" with a wink he acended the staircase towards the VIP lounge.