Firecats bar. {Apparently still open.}

[Darkest Silver]

"Very true, it is funny how the people you come across change the decisions one will make..." Jay trailed off a bit, smiling as she leaned on the bar, turning her head sharply to the right as her other bartender dropped a glass, the unmistakable sound of glass shattering on the tiled floor below made her grind her teeth in anger. The bar tender looked up to see Jays eyes fixed on him, he scurried away to find the cleaner or a broom and shovel, which ever came first.
turning back to Red the woman would sigh and force herself to relax, "First night open...Can't afford to mess it up." she would say with a slight laugh.

[Red Yusuke]

The woman watched as the glass shattered on the floor, sending the silent bar into a not so silent bar as the owner sent a glare to the person whom dropped the glass. Red couldn't help but chuckle, she knew how it was, first night trying to make your establishment as popular as possible. "Dont' sweat it, first nights are usually tough. Just don't let it get to you." She tried to help, she had been discouraged by lonely opening nights several times at her attempts at her own place, but it took more then just one night.

[Darkest Silver]

"I'll try, but it is hard to relax when the place is still only in its first hour of opening." Her eyes had softened, the other bar tender had found the cleaner and the shards of glass were removed.
The place was filling up quickly, meaning the bar would have a good turnover as the local Durem clubber's emptied their pockets in order to fill themselves with various forms of alcohol, among other things which were probably being distributed by people in the crowd.

Jay knew all to well what kind of party favours would be floating about, most of them would be getting sold at twice their actual value considering they would of most likely come from one place.
But it was not her problem, eventually when they had enough people inside they would close the doors, stopping others from entering until some left, and should she so please one of the hounds would be put to work finding the ones who had profited from selling the treats.

"So is there anything else I can do for you tonight Red?" Jay would ask rather out of the blue, her eyes gleamed as she considered the prospects of making a far greater profit after beating down the dealers in her club.

[Red Yusuke]

Red watched as more and more people entered the bar, the smell of the liquor and other little things mingled in the air. Usually the places she went to only allowed for alcohol, everything else was strictly prohibited, and she was sort of surprised that this woman didn't do anything about it. She downed the rest of her orange drink, setting it down on the counter and turning her attention to the woman. "Another one of these would do me just fine." She told her, the lingering taste of orange still present on her tongue.

[Darkest Silver]

Jay took the empty glass, placing it on the empties tray before grabbing a clean one, quickly making another drink for Red. The funny thing was nobody could ever stop the sale and use of such things, even inside clubs, it was just a fact of life, and considering most of the people here would barely be human it would be hard to pick out the ones who were using.
Placing the drink before the woman she would pull her crystal shot glass back out from under the counter, pulling the bottle of Johnnie walker out once more and filling her glass before knocking it back.
"That one is on the house, Red. So can I ask what you do for a living?" Jay would ask, filling her glass again before putting the bottle down on the counter between them.

[Red Yusuke]

Red nodded in thanks, sliding her fingers around the glass and picking it up to her lips once more. This time she drank down half the glass, taking a deep breath when the glass parted from her lips. She wiped her upper arm with a sleeve as she set the glass down again. "Nothing really. Odd jobs here and there." She wasn't about to tell some random person that she killed for money. She didn't look like the type of person that would kill somebody, peacoat and all. And really it wasn't that often, when she did she got a lot of money, and that held her over for several months.

[Darkest Silver]

"Odd jobs are always good, great way to get experience." She would say rather merrily, not caring to question further, she seemed a little reserved with her answer but Jay was getting drunk, like normal..."You know if I talk to the boss you might be able to do a couple of jobs here? Have you worked security before?" Even though the woman was obviously stocked with staff, she was only human, and offering part time work was her way of offering a kind of friendship.


((I am off to work now, I will back online when I get home.))

[Red Yusuke]

((Alright, later. :3 ))

[Darkest Silver]

Jay sighed as she placed her shot glass away, the night had been long and tiresome, but successful none the less. Barely being able to stand without using the bar for support, the woman was well and truly ******** up, but this was normal for her, the human had a problem...She had run out of Johnnie Walker green label, which prevented her from continuing her drinking.
Stumbling out from behind the bar and looking over the mess which the cleaner and bar staff were in the midst of removing. Smiling as the bouncer finally ushered out the last of the customers, it was finally over....

Kit would shake his head at the human woman, watching as her mortal body would teeter to either side before taking a few unsteady steps forward. He knew better than to mistake this as weakness, he had seen her fight in worse states than this, and although he could kill her with but a flick of his wrist, if only because there was distance between them, he would not. The only real reason being Luna would destroy him and devour his soul...The mere thought made him shudder.
His hounds looked up at him, they had felt his brief moment of fear, and they saw it as weakness...The conscious that they had been given meant that should their master become weak, or injured they would turn on him in order to gain freedom.

Jay would start giggling and making cooing noises towards the hounds, finally reaching them and thinking she was moving just fine would 'Gracefuly" lower herself to her knees, when in reality she had just crashed down, probably bruising them upon contact with the solid concrete floor. But the woman was drunk, and wanted to play with the hounds. They would move over and allow for her to pet them on their skulls, Jay was ecstatic, treating them as though they were common dogs. But she was too wasted to even notice the warm smile that would grace Kit's pale lips as she cuddled the demonic beasts.

((Time paradox...Your character can still be inside the club though. ^.^))

[Darkest Silver]

Having cuddled the hounds to her hearts content she looked up to Kit, pushing herself back on her heels and standing up, she wobbled a little before grinning childishly at the demon. "Thank you..Buuut, I think I need you to do...That thing?...so I can sleep..." She would manage to say, her words slurring just a little as she waved her hand about, trying to think of what the 'Thing' was called.

Kit grabbed a hold of the woman by her shoulders, holding her steady while he looked her over, he knew what she was asking him to do...And as much as he enjoyed doing it, sometimes he wished it was when she was sober rather then trashed. Then again why would she ever let him near her when she was sober, she hated him and he knew that.
But as he pulled her closer, moving one hand to the back of her head, gently pulling it to the side, exposing her neck. The demon would look to Jay, locking his gaze onto her half closed dark eyes, smiling as he leaned forward and pressed his lips to her flesh. Daring a light kiss before biting into her, blood gushing forth from the wound as he tightened his grip, as he lapped up the blood he would also send his own energy into her, helping to flush the toxins she had consumed through out the night.
While this would sober her up it made him dizzy, but his body would counter the toxins and leave him rather well fed but nauseous.
The deed was done, he felt her go limp, wrapping his arm about her mid back to stop her from falling, pulling his bloodied mouth away, not bothering to wipe it as he licked his lips, savouring the human's blood....

Jay would of struck him for kissing her neck, but rather she had not cared, he was going to feed and she would become sober and pass out, providing her with much needed rest.

[Darkest Silver]

Dreamless sleep, one of the great things about being knocked out. Opening her eyes a little, just enough to make out the blurry outlines of the set of draws against the wall at the end of her bed, sighing a little Jay closed her eyes again, moving her hands to her face and rubbing the sleep away before opening them again, this time in full. She eased herself upright, pushing away the blankets, looking down she noticed the night shirt..."Oh s**t!! That ******** b*****d!!" She would yell out, realising that he had changed her clothes when he had put her to bed. Jay leapt up out of the bed, turning to look out over her apartment, nothing....It was empty.

Shaking her head as she wandered down the stairs to the lounge, seeing it was clean, Jay tended to live by an 'alternate floor organisation system'...That OCD a**-hole... She would think to herself as she made her way to the small kitchen, filling the jug and turning it on before wandering back to the lounge, searching for her clothes from the night before. Lifting her left hand to her neck she would grimace a little, the wound was still fresh, but over time it would heal, at least Kit had been nice enough to clean it and put a dressing on.
Finding no clothes she would simply sigh and wander back to the kitchen, making a rather potent smelling coffee she moved to the left couch and sat down, putting her feet up and relaxing. The cup was warm in her hands, soothing almost, still annoyed about the flannel pattern long shirt she had been dressed in.

[Darkest Silver]

Jay would finish her coffee, shower then change into her normal attire, a short black dress, knee high steel toed combat boots and a long white sable jacket. Today she had a rather important mission to do, so as she finished brushing her silver streaked black hair, the woman would leave her apartment, walking down the hallway and out to the bar. She smirked at the spotless establishment, knowing that when the sun went down the fun would begin all over again, but that was hours away. She moved through the club to the main steel doors, unlatching one and opening it...As she stepped outside she thanked her lucky stars the sun was not shinning directly on her.
Closing the door behind her she would re-latch and lock it, flicking her hair over her right shoulder she would begin to walk casually down the alleyway and out onto the footpath of the cul-de-sac.

[Darkest Silver]

Jay would return with a box filled with various alcohol, putting the box down to unlock and unlatch the door once more. The bar was quiet considering it was still a while until opening, the staff would arrive soon though, which meant the return of Kit.
Shuddering at the mere thought of the demon, Jay would walk inside, leaving the door open and head back down to the bar.

[Darkest Silver]

Oh how time flies when your drunk majority of the time, the lone woman sat on the counter of her bar, a shot glass in one hand and a bottle in the other...Despite the lonely, sad appearance of the woman drinking alone, she was actually quite content, happy even. Her eyes half closed as she waited for the staff to show up, one of them being the god forsaken demon.
Putting both the bottle and the glass down, she would bring her hands together and rest them on her lap, staring at the entrance, not for any particular reason of course, it just happened to be in her line of vision.
She was contemplating going to another club for the evening, letting the staff run the place on their own for a night, Jay was curious about a rumour she had heard from the unlucky b*****d she had caught selling party favours at the bar, rather than be smart about his business he had blatantly pulled out his bag of goodies and put it on the bar counter in an attempt to entice customers...
Now he lay in the back alley, disfigured and partially devoured, silly man, then again he had provided her with some information...In exchange for her to spare his life. A shame the demon hounds had no use for his words and ate him anyway, as well as their master. Jay gagged a little at the memory of watching the three demonic creatures having what she could only describe as a feeding frenzy.
s**t happens though, and now Jay had a name and a place to go to, if only to have a look rather than actually buy anything aside from a few drinks. Maybe even find out who the name belonged to, should that person even be there.
Laughing a little as she saw the first of the staff arrive, it was Kit and his hounds..."Thinking of the devil only brings him a'knockin." She would say to herself, a gleam in her eye as she watched him walk over to the bar. It only just occured to her that this man was rather tall compared to her...Considering he was level with her, even though she was elevated by being on the counter.
Having made up her mind she would leap off the bar top, landing nimbly on her toes and spinning to face Kit, her drunken goofy smile was enough to scare anyone who knew her, him included, and as she raised her hand the demon would visibly stiffen, but Jay simply waved goodbye to Kit and spun around once again to waltz off down to the door.

[ImNoHero]

The door to the bar swung ajar, just long enough to allow one more person to enter. Upon entry, the brown skinned male made no hesitation to seek out the bar. He seemed irritated about something but he was really just fretting over the destroyed Treasure Town he had lived in for so long. He knew not really what rested across the remaining stretches of land here on Gaia, but he knew one thing. There had to be more of where 'he' came from, meaning that Miles would be in for a lot more surprises in several ways. He looked mostly forward to tapping more into his Saiyan blood, is was such a delicate force with little to no balance. But if you could happen to control it, then you could reach power beyond imagination, power comparable to gods. Sad thing was, attaining such power without dieing was very difficult, and so far, Miles was sure he couldn't cut it, not how he was right now any way. He had a lot of work to do, but where did he start? Right, it was smart to first seek out a new area to 'occupy' before making any further plans. Maybe this place could serve as such, maybe it couldn't. Regardless he was here to check it out.

"Yo!"

He called out as he closed in on the bar and took a seat in the stool nearest him. Surely he would grab someone's attention. He didn't seem to be too abnormally dressed, Black Aero-D pants, dark blue boots, a dark blue gi with the sleeves ripped off over a black cotton top, his sleeves pushed up to his elbows. Blue leather fingerless gloves hugged his hand and forearms half way up to the elbow on each arm. Between that black belt and that brown monkey like tail wrapped around his waist, he sure seemed to come off as 'somebody', But in reality he was the exact opposite. He was still new to the world due to lack of traveling. Not to mention whatever memories he lost when he received that horizontal scar across the bridge of his nose, extending a few inches past the bridge of the nose on either cheek. Despite his teenage looking face, this guy was in his early twenties.