Sin, still hunched over his drink, watched the stranger through the fringe of his hair.  He watched as he pulled his sleeve and showed the "bouncer" his arm.  Sin watched as he sauntered over to a woman who was so far from being fresh that she could have already gone rancid, and he scrunched his nose up, subconsciously scenting the humans as he watched.<br/><br/>They smelled of sweat and dirt, of sex and alcohol, and most of them smelled of decay, which made him want to leave, but he forced himself to stay in his position.  He tightened his hands around his glass as another scent hit him, reminding him of the spices that where sometimes piled into his food.  It wasn't an unpleasant scent, but neither was it appetizing.  Oh he knew that smell, it reeked of a Dark One, but that didn't bother him.  He had been smelling them since he had entered this side of town.<br/><div class="floatleft">(http://i292.photobucket.com/albums/mm18/undisclosedtoyou/Prettyboy02Cresized.jpg)</div><br/>The sound of flesh smacking against flesh had his attention drawn back to the man who had just entered.  It seemed that he had angered the hag, if the color rising to her aging face was anything to go by.  So far he was almost convinced that this man wasn't his contact, since he hadn't gone straight to the bar to order the required drink.  He was almost relieved to, because the stranger seemed to be both cocky and a bit of an jerk, he preferred to work with nicer people...although he did realize that he had almost no chance of working with a 'nice guy' in his line of business.<br/><br/>He fleetingly thought about taking up smoking, as he watched the man take the woman's cigarette.  It was the way that the man brought the thing to his mouth, sucking, and than exhaling, the smell of chemicals and tobacco had an almost exotic scent to him, that should have smelled rancid, but instead smelled pleasant to his senses.<br/><br/>Finally taring his eyes away from his musings on the man, he turned his gaze back to the door, only to be drawn back in, when he picked up the mans order.  His face tilted slightly, almost imperceptibly, and his sight narrowed in on the man, this time being a little more cautious.  He had to tilt his face down to hide the grin growing on his face, as he watched his revealed contact suffer through the ridiculous order.  Oh he was aware that it would be embarrassing to order that kind of drink in a place like this, but that was also why it was perfect.  It would be a dead giveaway that, he was the man he was waiting for.  And well, he did sort of like the taste of that drink, so that in his opinion was another check on his side.<br/><br/>Moving slowly, he straightened out his body, and with the heel of his right foot, kicked the chair across from him, so that it slid back; a wordless invitation to sit.<br/>