<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/474x/67/98/78/6798780dd00c933ae33495bd01bf7cf7--cute-guys-sexy-guys.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Brett Roman (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=341089.msg16149669#msg16149669)<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>See pic.<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>2 April 2050, 8PM<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Catty-Wampus Bar & Grill, Oriental District<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Sashiko, Poppy, Olena, Reese, Dekado (M), and Pharon (M)<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Ice Breaking!<br/><hr/>Brett had been watching the rest of the restaurant, studying what kind of tourists were present at the Catty-Wampus. His brown eyes trailed over to Poppy, watching her wave in a certain direction. His attention shifted there next, and his brows near rose into his hairline when he saw a fair man—too fair to be human—and the torso of someone working the grill.<br/><br/>“Who the hell is that?” Brett uttered aloud his thoughts. He then looked at Sashiko and Poppy. “Are those your friends?”<br/><br/>They had to be. No one was that large and no one had that otherworldly, pretty boy look. He didn’t care what kind of makeup was out there. Nobody walked around with that look and ears like that. He then overheard Sashiko’s remark. Was she…upset? Brett wasn’t sure how to comment. Thankfully, Poppy had handled it, saying something to try and cheer her up.<br/><br/><em>I hope this night goes well</em>, Brett thought. He then noticed a woman who silently sat down at their table. He stared at Olena for a few seconds before his eyes darted to Poppy and then Sashiko, wondering if they knew her—because he surely didn’t. Glancing back to Olena, he leaned back, gazing under the table at her armored heels.<em>Yep; she was a Dragon Slayer.</em><br/><br/>It was funny how easy it was to spot Dragon Slayers now that he was acquainted with their mannerisms or lack thereof. He smiled at Olena and introduced himself, “Hello. My name’s Brett. You must be here for our…group; talk; thing.” Whatever they were trying to call it. He assumed that either Poppy and Sashiko knew her, or vice versa.<br/><br/>Following the arrival of the quiet one was the boisterous one.<br/><br/><strong>Yo, uh, <em>everyone</em>, I’m Reese.</strong><br/><br/>“Yo…” Brett greeted back, his voice trailing off as he quickly scrutinized Reese. She didn’t have weird ears or wore strange clothes. She had to be a human, or he was becoming lousy at his Dragon Slayer guessing game. “My name’s Brett.”<br/><br/>He wasn’t sure she heard him through the Velcro noise. Oh well. She sat right next to him, and Brett stared down at the skateboard she placed in her lap. Why did she bring a skateboard to a restaurant? Who does that?<del>Dragon Slayer</del>. No; she was human. Just…maybe the weird kind.<br/><br/>At Reese’s mannerisms, Brett’s face went blank when she mentioned the dragons. Who the heck was this kid? Well, she clearly had seen dragons so that broke that ice. Brett informed, “We didn’t see any either. I guess this is what we’re going to be talking about now. It still feels weird. I never would have imagined to be sitting here, talking about dragons with a group of strangers. Even ones from somewhere else.”<br/><br/>He then looked at Olena, Dekado, Pharon’s chest, and then Reese. “So uh…” How was he to say this without making the Dragon Slayers sound like pets or kids. “Have you met…any…Dragon Slayers…lately?” It was going to take a few minutes and maybe a few drinks for him to get comfortable talking about a subject that would have a person in the medical hospital.