The full moon loomed over the corner of Coldharbour Lane and Hinton Rd that night. Leaving Nicolae with limited options to emerge. Back in the day, the Dark One was cocky about his unique power, given to him by something even more unholy than he. But the reaction was always the same. "'Dear lord he's a demon!, Away Satan! Christ compels us to expel thee.'" And the most recent of them all... "'Call the tabloids...I've seen a man walk out of a wall.'" Exactly the kind of lunacy Nich was tired of dealing with.<br/><br/>Tonight of all nights, he was to avoid the theatrics, choosing an alleyway across the street that was home to a giant double billboard. The space was so private and so iffy that even the homeless blokes didn't dare step foot near the nook. Before poking his head out, Nicolae made sure that no one was paying too much attention to the tight space, before finally strolling into the street. He made it across the way in time for the light to change, as his foot lifted to the curbside.<br/><br/>It was hard to believe that after all this time, the Green Man was still up and running. While fate never did bring him back  that way until tonight, he did feel some relief to be back.<br/><br/>Pushing pass the battered wooden door, a large brute sitting at a stool near by stopped him with a hand gesture. As if he wanted to see an ID, or collect an entrance fee.<em>'Screw that.'</em>Nich thought, as he lifted the sleeve of his trench coat, revealing an esoteric tattoo. The mark was immediately recognized, enabling him to have free reign of the place. "Enjoy your stay...Sir." The asshole said, kissing his ass<em>now</em>. Nicolae lifted his chin in a gesture, but that was it.<br/><br/>His gaze shot every which way, sizing up the breathing things in the joint. In minutes, he could reckon who the real criminals and the wannabes. The recognizable faces in the crowd were of no interest to the rogue, unless they could give him some kind of instant gratification of some kind. And as he lilted past some old faces, his expression said just that,<em>'Why bother?'</em><br/><br/>The text Nico received said that he was to order a specific drink, to let the handler know he had arrived. But in all honesty, Nicholae rebelled a little and went to chat up an old fling standing against the wall. "I remember when you had swarms of dicks competing to take you home each night. What happened?" He wasn't about to waste his charm on someone he wasn't planning on taking home. He tasted the whore's blood, and a crack kick was not what Nico wanted at the moment.<br/><br/>His presence wasn't taken well, and left Nico with a sharp sting to the cheek. "Better than a sting to my groin I always say." He joked aloud as he stole the woman's cigarette and shoved her to the side.<br/><br/>With indignation written all over his face, the Dark One finally gave in and went to the bar. His tall frame hunched over the four foot something counter. His eyes shifting here and there. His brows only lowered when he noticed the kid sitting by himself, hiding behind a glass that was still full. While he said nothing, nor formed any opinions of him, as of yet, Nicholae grunted to the bartender. "Ugh-uhm." Almost ashamed to ask for it, Nico said in a low tone, "Bourbon Street Blaze." He gave the bartender a look that said 'Do it quick and don't judge me.'<br/><br/>The barkeep took a tall glass off the shelf. Quite dusty, as no one ever ordered such girly drinks in the pub. The man mixed the components together, all the while-judging Nico for his choice of a flaming alcoholic beverage. Nico took the glass with such disdain that the people who were about to laugh almost felt sorry for him. He sat, slow and composed on a table in the far corner of the bar. Puffing on his used cigarette as his face read, "Fuck off." to everyone.<br/><br/><br/><div align="center">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/d3/Reigns_Nicolae.png)</div>