<strong>Name: Berenger Zharkov<br/><br/>Location: Gehenna, bar<br/><br/>Tagging: Talking with Carol Neathawk</strong><br/><br/>"Carol? Beautiful name, suits you<em>madame</em>, but you wonder why there are so many different skins in here? Well let's see shall we? The city is a warzone righ tnow, people are killing one another over turf, money, drugs... sex, religion and race. People are scared of anything that moves on the streets, so an establishment such as this is like, a sanctuary should we say for people of all shapes and sizes. Anybody who is anybody comes through those doors, granted they know how to find them that is, and they can drink, relax and fuck one another and resume fighting each other outside." Berenger continued smoking, holding the cigarette in his hand as his jaws gaped open to expel the smoke. "This place is paradise to somebody like me, it's a business front and leisure suite in one. The owner and I have a mutual understanding of income, two women work the patrons and get their mouths busy, the owner gets 42, I get 56 and the girls get the rest of th percentile. But there are rules to access paradise."<br/><br/>Berenger walked away from the bar and beckoned Carol to follow him, he led her over to his booth hinting to his men to leave and give them a moments privacy. He sat down with Carol sitting close by, he took a pill from his blazer pocket and knocked it back into his mouth, it was some form of arcane narcotic that keeps his unnatural bodily strenght up to date. His head buzzed and blood vessels thinned out, shaking his head he returned his attention to Carol.<br/><br/>"Now, the rules are to do with preserving the reputation of myself and the owner of the bar, if my girls make too much noise they have to leave, do drugs then I have to male them leave, disobey any of that and things get serious. But enough of business formalities... for now, do you sniff?"Berenger pulled yet another narcotic from his breast-pocket, it was red and in a small seal-bag, another magic-laced narcotic. He emptied the contents onto the table and, with a bank card, levelled and thinned out the red powder into three neat lines. He had already prepared a bank note to transport the powder into his nose, he held it out to Carol to tempt her.<br/><br/>"One line to make the night more interesting?"