<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/48/Waltz.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Street Name:</strong>Waltz<br/><strong>Sex/Metatype/Archetype:</strong>Male Human Bodyguard/Escort<br/><strong>Attributes:</strong>Charisma and Willpower, Agility and Reaction<br/><strong>Skills:</strong>Social, Combat<br/><strong>Ethnicity/Age/Orientation:</strong>Caucasian, 30's, straight<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Fury<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><hr/>Waltz ordered drinks for both of them, making sure to refer to Fury as a 'lady' to the barman, a notion that clearly confused her - albeit in a charming way. Shortly, a pair of fancy alcoholic creations arrived, garnished with real spices and sentence-long names. The colors were swirling in their glasses. Waltz’ had fresh fruit on top and Fury’s was actually<em>on fire</em>.<br/><br/><strong>“Here, you drink it through this.”</strong>Waltz offered and dipped the metal straw into Fury’s glass. They sipped on their drinks for a moment, enjoying the explosions of taste, before Waltz cut to the chase.<br/><br/><strong>“I am a bit worried about the people on the job,”</strong>he admitted to her<strong>“so I guess we should make the most of the time we might have left. Would you… care for a dance?”</strong>He asked, holding out his hand like a gentleman of old. He had already draped his jacket over his chair and his burgundy-red shirt was unbuttoned almost half-way. Women rarely admitted what they wanted to see, but Waltz had enough experience to<em>know</em>.