<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/08/Shadowrun_fashion_defnoir_by_raben_aas-d5pko80.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Street Name:</strong>Findley<br/><strong>Sex/Metatype/Archetype:</strong>Male Troll Street Dealer<br/><strong>Attributes:</strong>Body and Strength, Charisma and Willpower<br/><strong>Skills:</strong>Social, Combat<br/><strong>Ethnicity/Age/Orientation:</strong>African-American, 40's, straight<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>One Shot<br/><br/>The bar was a weapons-free zone, so One Shot would have had no choice but to check in her revolver and ammo at the entrance.<br/><br/>As she walked from the entrance to the backroom, Catharine gave One Shot a wink.  Conversations seemed to stop for a moment as the clientele watched One Shot pass them by, then resumed a moment later when she reached her destination.<br/><br/>The bouncer in front of the back room stood in a black suit with his hands clasped in front of him.  His posture perked up at the approach of One Shot, and his cybereyes did a scan up and down her body.  He was emotionless up until that point, but the corner of his mouth curled up in an approving half-smile at the sight of her.<br/><br/>The large, muscular human stood a little taller when One Shot leaned toward him, and he took advantage of the opportunity to sneak a peek down her dress while appearing to lean in to hear her better.  She said the correct phrase and even added a nice personal touch with her hand on his freshly shaven face, so the bouncer undid the velvet rope and motioned for her to enter.<br/><br/>Findley's eyes were staring blankly into empty space until he heard the feminine voice address the bouncer outside.  When she walked in, he looked up at her briefly, stared into space again, then focused on her.  As he invited her to sit and order a drink, his double take led to a more thorough visual inspection of her face and figure, and he watched her every step of the way as she went from the back room entrance to her seat, including when she sat down, crossed her legs and ordered a water.  He finally looked into her eyes.<br/><br/>"Ah, a woman of few words who won't partake in a beverage with a bit of kick durin' a meetin'.  And so exquisitelly dressed as well.  Catharine told me she had at least one trustworthy, consummate professional comin'.  She didn't mention beautiful as well.  Well, if ya won't do me the honor of engagin' me in conversatin', how's about you at least give me another gander at you in that pretty dress of yours?  Whaddya say... One Shot?"<br/><br/>The big Black troll raised a pair of thick dark eyebrows at her, then smiled wide, his tusks protruding a bit more than usual.<br/><br/>