<div class="floatright">(http://i1232.photobucket.com/albums/ff375/Zwraith/For%20RP/Nick.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Nick Voss (Satyr)<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Marc, Danny, Ayr, Zed, Rutilus, Jack<br/><br/>Hearing his name the Satyr stood, knocking back the last of his drink, and slamming it on the bar. With a smile to the Orc behind the table, Nick turned towards the voice that called. Eyeing the little kitsune, the towering beastman walked over, careful not to crush anyone's feet (or other extremities) beneath his cloven hooves. When he reached the bottom of the stairs he locked his eyes on the little gangbanger, letting his bulk, and the chain wrapped around one of his forearms, cast a shadow over the lieutenant.<strong>"I'm Nick Voss."</strong>he stated matter of factly. Assuming that was sufficient, the Satyr turned towards the stairs.<br/><br/>Joining the werewolf at the bottom, Nick nodded to him.<strong>"After you."</strong>he knew when someone outclassed him, and it always behooved him to treat those in power with proper courtesy. He was not a big player in town, and didn't have the luxury of thinking he'd be able to handle the ire of a bigger fish. Too many folks had thought otherwise, and Nick had seen the gutters they ended up in. He didn't have much of a retirement plan, but he'd prefer to at least go down fighting.<br/><br/>Following Jack up to the VIP room, he was taken aback by the Archon and Faerie immediately, but snorted slightly, dissapointed in the lack of professionalism. He had to admit though, despite knowing better, he wasn't sure he'd have kept his pants on long for the girl either, so he decided not to comment any further. He spotted Rutilus, and nodded a greeting. Perhaps his attitude towards the fellow beastman before wasn't the best idea, but if they were on the job, he wasn't going to let shit like that get in the way. Only time he did, was when folks were putting the job at risk with either stupidity or arrogance. It was usually one of the two.<br/><br/>Then his eyes came to the boss.<br/>It was clear, from how the room looked at him, that this was their potential employer. Whatever he was, it was old, and powerful. It wafted off of him like a thick cologne that was 50 years outta date. Not unpleasant, just... noticeable. He didn't recognize the guy, but that was fine. Just meant he was going to be<br/>a bit more skeptical if the play was a big one. Or at least, expecting better pay.<br/><br/>Nick decided it wasn't his place to speak up first. Either the boss had something to say first, or one of the 'big fish' would just go ahead and open things up. Either way, he'd know more before he opened his own mouth.