<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/19/7b/4f/197b4f41208d2fcb2d130bb8cd78cd7c.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong><strong>Robin Locksley</strong>(https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=328299.msg15710609#msg15710609)<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Comfortable, but still stylin</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://i.pinimg.com/236x/5c/e5/46/5ce5461bdb2e72bd1bbb67f1bcaf6ec0.jpg)</div></div><br/><strong>Date|Time:</strong>December 1st<em><strong>|</strong></em>Approximately 12:00 PM<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Riptide<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open<em><strong>//</strong></em><strong>Mentioning:</strong>Cash Deville and Snow White<br/><br/><hr/><br/><br/>Robin dragged a hand through his golden hair and released a sigh as he stepped through the doors of The Riptide, he honestly couldn’t give a flying fig if it wasn’t 5 O’Clock yet… after dealing with an arrogant piece of work like Cash Deville… one usually found themselves requiring a stiff drink to relax again.<br/><br/>Why so many women simpered after a lunatic like Cash, he wouldn’t understand… but on the other hand, Cash was exceedingly good at hiding his true nature until he himself decided he was ready to shed the charming facade he displayed to so many.<br/><br/>A few pairs of eyes recognizing the model began whispering excitedly amid their small groups… not that Robin gave a crap at the moment, he didn’t care much about anything until he got himself a glass of Scotch on the rocks.<br/><br/>Grabbing himself a stool at the bar, Robin lifted one hand to casually summon the bartender “Scotch, on the rocks”<br/><br/>“Bit early… want me to leave the bottle?” The bartender asked.<br/><br/>Robin shook his head “Nah, just one will do it. Thank you though”<br/><br/>In moments, Robin had a pristine glass tumbler of scotch with just the right amount of ice in front of him… this place didn’t always attract the best sort, but damn if they didn’t serve up some good grade A booze… besides, Robin was perfectly capable of handling whatever sludge came through these doors and he would do it before they even realized what had gone down… as was his way.<br/><br/>A small smirk curved his lips as he lifted the glass to his lips for a sip, his mind drifting to his latest job in Milan, Italy… recovering a priceless painting that had been stolen from a family after generations of owning the piece, rightfully too as it had been painted by their great, great, great grandfather. The stuck up bitch that had stolen it… she thought she was so smart… and perhaps she was, but she hadn’t been prepared the moment Robin approached her in that club and began working… getting close… and then… success…<br/><br/>He only wished he could have seen her face when she found the painting missing from her sitting room.<br/><br/>One thing he wished he didn’t have to do however… was approach Snow White about Cash’s bargain… she had told him more than once than Cash weirded her out and his never ending obsession with getting her into one of his custom gowns didn’t help matters… he was sure she would do it to help him out, but she wouldn’t like it… he did not much blame her.<br/>