Name: Jack 'Jekyll' Price.<br/>Tags: Demona, Bartender, Jugo, Kitsune Bouncer<br/><br/>_________<br/><br/>Seeing the Succubus' special trick, involving sucking most of an Orc's essence with a kiss, left Jack in the confusing state of Curiosity, wariness and downright dogged lust (Pun intended). His emotional conflict was interrupted as the bartender started to raise a fuss at his actions against the orcs. Maybe it had been an overreaction, but Jack Mason, The 'Jekyll' and the man who had forced the Brother's Fallen into such a desperate situation, didn't simply back down. His options were great, but kicking the orc's ass, whilst tempting and well within his powers, wasn't the option he liked. Showing off was one thing, but causing chaos was not his style. Especially considering what he owed to the man who owned the club. Jack sighed as he turned to the orc. "Listen, I'm pretty sure you know that I've been in a tiny, windowless cell for the greater part of 11 years, see my perspective; That is 10 years without a beer, 10 years without a woman to keep me company, 10 years without being able to see the night sky: To a Dog like me, that's like losing your right hand." The words were showed off another side to the man. Not the wild beast that had just levelled two of the biggest orcs in the room, but the thinker who came before and the man, soul and all. Jack pulled out a wallet, dropping several 100 bills on the bar. It was obviously far too much for the drinks. More like a reconciliation. The closest Jack was likely to give as an apology. He shouted over to Demona: "I'm sure I'll sniff you out later, my dear."<br/><br/>"Wolf Man Jack, what a surprise this is. Finding you here, out of jail so soon." The voice was unfamiliar to Jack, as he turned to see its owner, he was greeting by the stench of must and cologne. The scent was fake though, his senses told him what the true stink was, a vampire's stench. Ancient and dusty: Like a musty tome. The man was heavily Asian, and being a vampire, it came to reason that he was a member of the Brother's fallen's subsidiary group, The Kiyaburo Brotherhood. Jack had done a brief amount of research on them, when he ran with his own gang. Looking for allies: He hadn't found a reason to trust any of them, but he hadn't made an enemy of them. "It seems someone wants to hold my leash, if only temporarily. When someone springs me from Jail, I'm certainly going to be thankful enough to meet them." The Vampire left quickly enough, although as time passed, Jack felt more eyes settle upon him. The tension was not to his liking.<br/><br/>Jack, seemingly unaffected by the fact his clothes had been ruined by his rapid transformation, decided that leaving the floor would be most advantageous. The attention he was receiving was starting to leave a bad taste in his mouth. The last time he got this popular, it led to him getting arrested. His eyes settled on a Kitsune, waiting at the base of a set of stairs. The man's scent was oddly appealing. Not as a mate would be, but as a pack brother. Maybe it was simply that they both bore similarities to the Canine family: Impossible to tell. Jack moved over to him, looking slightly down, literally, not metaphorically, at the Bouncer. "I think someone is waiting to meet me. People don't spring people from Jail for funsies."<br/>