Nicolae's optimism quickly faded at the sight of old flesh, in the crowd of patrons as well as on stage. It was rather depressing to take in. Besides that, the establishment smelled like it looked. Wreaking of liniment, stale cigars, brandy and moldy snatch. The good time he expected to have in this "gentlemens venue" fell short of its high expectations, leaving him with a bitter taste in his mouth.<em>'What the fuck is new?'</em>, the Dark One thought to himself, every time disappointment crept up. To him, a century of living was becoming unstimulating by the day.<br/><br/>He could not have<em>been</em>happier when his phone chirped, to find a text from his many ambiguous "connections". The message read:<br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>Package awaiting pick-up at <br/>The Green Man Public House<br/>Coldharbour Lane, London SW9 8RR</strong></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>"Brixton." Almost forgotten memories trickled in, as Nicolae thought back to when the pub was the place to be; that is, if you were in the business of organized crime. In it's hay day circa eighteen hundreds, the public house was home to some of the best drug dealers and smugglers in the UK. Prostitutes made it feel like a regular hostess bar, plus some perks. Even having some of the fuzz as their regular clientele. Those days had long passed, but the shadiness of Loughbourough Junction was almost symbolic of the way Nicolae's life had taken a turn. More than he would have liked to admit, he often wished he could have gotten out of the rut he had dug for himself. But when reality soon sunk in, like it always did, he knew that his immortal life would have truly had no meaning if he gave the excitement all up.<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>Be there in ten.</strong></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>Upon hitting the<em>send</em>option on his cellular, the tall Dark One stood from his overcrowded table. He departed with a polite head nod. Tipping his waitress before heading out the door. As soon as he was able to find a dark shadow big enough to fit his whole silhouette in, Nicholae stepped into it and disappeared, as if a door had opened up for him to enter.<br/><br/><br/><div align="center">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/d3/Reigns_Nicolae.png)</div>