“Hey Niklaus”<br/><br/>The Satyr turned back to the bar, to find the bartender looking at him with a bemused smile. He had been watching the dance floor, the young men and women there grinding to the DJ’s whims, trying to pick out someone in need of a body to grind against. At the barman’s smile, he arched an eyebrow, as a new Old Fashioned was placed next to the empty glass, While the two of them had become good friends and sometimes free drinks were had, they were normally offered, not just given.<br/><br/>“From the ladies over there” said the bartender, tilting his head towards Lyn and her friends, “And specifically, the cute Neko.”<br/><br/>Niklaus looking over at the trio with a warm smile, his gaze centering on Lyn herself, as he raised glass in thanks and salute. Turning back to the bartender, he gave the man a wink, a little signal they had worked out over the weeks, as he raised the glass to his lips and slowly drained the whiskey cocktail in a single gulp. As he put the now empty glass down, a cosmopolitan was put on the bar in front of him.<br/><br/>Slipping off the stool, he picked up the cosmopolitan and started walking over towards the women. With each heartbeat, he poured concentration into the drink in his hand. While he couldn’t do a fraction of what Motarr could do, his master’s power flowed through him and into the cocktail, turning it far more potent, along with the others gifts of of the God. This would be a night for her to remember, or maybe not, depending on her tolerance for alcohol.<br/><br/>“I’m Niklaus” said the Satyr, his voice full of charm, as he offered the drink to Lyn.