<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>Outdoor Shooting Range - Gentlemen's Club "Divine"<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Nerissa<br/><strong>EXTRA:</strong><br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>Standard SOPHE uniform<br/><br/><hr/><br/>"... I'll hold you to that. You'll need one in this line of business if you plan to go far. Don't wind up in the ground lIke others before you." Well, they might have been friends, but Albion still sounded as grumpy as he did when she first met him... But at least he didn't treat her like a parasite or a liability anymore. Even if it was founded upon false interpretations and a little bit of a white lie, he had an appreciation for her following through no matter the outcome.<br/><br/>Still, she tried to keep up her friendly demeanor... He could only see trouble in the future if she remained that friendly to others even in SOPHE, but she knew the risks. Reclaiming the ammunition and the firearm she used, he pocketed as much as he could before looking down at her with her raised paw... Somehow, part of him should have known to expect her trying to coerce him with her fox forn... Naturally it worked too, as he reached down and gingerly scooped the creature up, shaking his head as he slowly made his way back to her car.<em>'You're going to be trouble in the future...'</em><br/><br/>Getting back to the car had been a lot more helpful, being able to put the Shooting Range behind him and just relax in relative peace and quiet. Retrieving the first-aid kit from Nerissa, be was able to provide a more solid treatment for her round, reclaiming his partially bloodied tie and handkerchief. "It would he nice if you never try to pull a stunt like this again... But you have my appreciation for going out of your way to try and make me reconsider." The man spoke, before he buckled himself up in the passenger's seat and relaxed a little. All he needed to do was direct her to where they needed to go... Though getting a front-row seat to her driving ethic had been... New.<br/><br/>"I see you didn't take any of my warnings to heart... Maybe you would do better in the future being trained to ride a cycle or something. At least there you would have a little more freedom on the road." Albion sighed, unbuckling the seatbelt and climbing out of the car. Nerissa probably had no idea what she was about to get in to, but she would learn about Albion's proclivities in the evening real quick... Or at least merely a glimpse.<br/><br/>"Just like I remember." The white-haired male remarked as he stepped inside, hands pocketed before the mild outburst by Nerissa let her realize precisely what kind of company Albion bought in the evenings and why. "Ah, it seems the last racehorse crosses the finish line. You're welcome to turn back now." The man mused, guiding a hand to her head and giving a short, more jesting headpat as if it was one congratulating her for taking this long to realize what he meant. Though it was him who found himself surprised by Nerissa when she seemed entirely keen on joining Albion in this endeavor, even dragging<em>him</em>to the counter. "Hey, hey, slow your role, Nerissa... But yes, that's about the gist of it. Can also order food if you're feeling hungry, but it's always good business to throw a few dollars to the women, they try their best... Some a little more directly than others." He nodded to the more hidden couchest along the walls of the bar, which saw much more activity in the evening hours.<br/><br/>"For now... Don't worry about spending. I tend to come prepared for things like this. Just figure out what you want to eat or drink, and if you want some cash to slip to your friendly dancers, just ask."