<div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><strong>The Old Man and the Fox</strong></span></div><br/><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/f9p8l32.png)</div><strong>NAME:</strong>Albion<br/><strong>DAY:</strong>September 28th, 2018, Afternoon<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Nerissa's Car<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Nerissa<br/><strong>EXTRA:</strong><br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>Standard SOPHE uniform<br/><br/><hr/><br/>"For what it's worth, this isn't the first time this has happened. I'll be able to come back in a week or so, and I'll probably have to endure a quick cavity search to ensure I'm not carrying any pieces." Albion tried to reassure her, settling into the car with a gentle sigh. He didn't get the kind of excitement he expected but this was quite fine too. Nerissa didn't seem to be all bad, and... He had to admit, feeling that closeness with her reminded him of similar encounters with the women he rented... In a way, it was like he got the kind of encounter he wanted for free. However, he wouldn't make a habit of it, sharing workplaces and all.<br/><br/>"Ah, you did that daddy routine so openly, I thought I would try for a little revenge. Surprise to me that I wasn't ruining your chance at picking up company... But this works out better." He looked toward the window, resting his elbow on the armrest as he propped his chin on his palm. "Hm... Duly noted. I suppose it was my fault for not having a better grasp of your history to know you were resistant to stuff like that... Silly me for trying to trick a trickster." He gave a half-hearted shrug.<br/><br/>"I know guys like that, they're nothing but cretins preying on girls on their lonesome where no one can help them. It's why these two were so quick to flee. They do it behind the safety of others believing they're untouchable... Then run when they meet a crazy one." He closed his eyes, before shifting in the seat to pocket one hand, buckling up the seatbelt with the other. "It didn't really cross my mind. I tend to peruse pictures and I haven't seen anything from you come up." He slumped back in the seat, looking up at the ceiling of the car.<br/><br/>"You don't owe me anything. Consider us square for you not killing me... Or even shooting me inadvertently. Maybe one day when we know one another better... I can tell you about this one guy who managed to shoot me in training. It'll be something worth laughing about one day." He gave a quiet grin. Another failed attempt at leaving life it was... The guy was nice enough to keep him from bleeding out, even though he was ready to go on. At least they learned letting the guy hold a gun was probably not in anyone's best interest.<br/><br/>Turning his head to look at Nerissa incredulously, he shook his head. "You know full well that was all forced. You're a coworker, I'm not going to do anything like that to you at all. I've got pretty specific rules about that, so... Just friends, nothing more." He cleared the air plain and simple, before looking forward. "Take me to Deadline. It's another bar run by a friend of mine... Quaint, cozy joint, serves humans and demons equally. He's also a Black Market Doctor who deals in surgical duty and blood work. I usually go to him if I'm missing a few pints, need a bullet withdrawn, or a cure to some demonic toxin and don't feel like letting the organization know what I've been up to." He closed his eyes. What kind of crazy friends did this guy make outside of SOPHE...?