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[Viral Jackal]

"Don't care. Get out. You're annoying my customers with your gibberish. Go hide somewhere else or get thrown out. Your choice." He glared coldly at the creature who was protesting him now apparently. The demon took another swig of beer, making a slight groan. He wasn't in the mood to deal with lesser creatures today. Always protesting their 'rights'.

[HanyoWolf]

Rin flashed a snarl of pearly white fangs.

"You no talk... for others. Talk you feelings, no talk others." She gave a swift gesture to the rest of the room, chain dragging the ground as she did so.

She clutched her clawed hands into fists, feeling herself getting to the breaking point. She really didn't want to lose her temper, she was in no mood for a fight, but he was really pushing her patience. Rin had no patience for rudeness.

"Rin free now. Rin do as Rin want. You no... no scare Rin!"

[LB Mule]

Ah! What service! A drink was exactly what Casia had in mind. Something to while away the moments until she knew if she was going to be stood up or not. Sauntering in further, her lips curved and a bit of fire lit her eyes. She was liking this place already.

"Something strong," Casia purred, her voice like the drink she favored, as smooth and strong as whiskey...mixed with quite a bite. With a slide of a lean leg, she slipped onto a stool and unabashedly looked over the other patrons and the male she assumed was the owner. "Interesting place you have here..." She knew she was being looked over, observed with interest that wasn't fully for her looks. It caused her lips to curve and her posture to straighten...just slightly. Perhaps the day wouldn't be so dull after all...

Nails tapping, she ignored the drama. She wasn't the one being kicked out, after all.

[Viral Jackal]

The demon grinned and snapped his fingers, a circle of fire rising up around Rin where she stood. "I banish thee from my domain." The flames flared and rose up, swallowing Rin whole, then dissipating, taking her along with them to who knows where. "Really now, such irritations could've been avoided... There was no need to make a scene." The demon shrugged and took another swig of beer before turning back to the witch that had just entered his lair. "Apologies for the fireworks..."

[Celeritas Lucis]

"I'll take care of that, if you don't mind." Cyrus chimed in immediately, making for behind the bar and taking in the sight of her slight posture adjustment, smirking a little bit more at the thought that she might like the attention more than she wanted to let on. "It's a little unusual to see a Witch out on her own, unless you prefer Magic-User, Miss...?" Cyrus said, idly speaking as he sifted through bottles behind the counter again. This was an unusual day, indeed, and it was getting even more unusual by the moment. Imps, Demons, Witches, and...whatever the other creature was.

Cyrus pulled out a bottle of Cognac and a stout glass to fill it with. "Pardon if I come off a bit frank saying that, but it's interesting nonetheless. Would you prefer this, or sour mash?" Cyrus looked the woman over again, curious about her motives as well as her power. He politely set the glass out for her, waiting for her decision.

[Viral Jackal]

"Or Vodka." The demon interjected, pulling out a bottle and a glass and leaving it for the new patron. He didn't like people getting nosy in his bar, but he could tell this mage was probably just curious. Most of them were like that.

[little earth]

Kaana was silent for a while, making her way back to the counter, box of donuts in her hands. She'd stood back to watch the minor argument between Spiral and the Bird-Dog-Girl unfold, cringing as flames sparked up around the strange creature. And then, poof! She was gone. Rubbing her eyes, the little demon made her way back to Spiral, standing up and leaning on the bar counter beside him. Her eyes, however, were fixed upon the Elf and the Witch, intrigued mostly because she'd never been so close to a real human before... even if the woman was much more than a normal human. She made a note to observe this female more, simply out of curiosity.

"Looks like you dodged a bullet there, huh?" Kaana asked Spiral idly, in reference to the short-lived "Rin" incident. She paused to take a moment to look around the bar once more. "And perhaps a ton of extra clean-up...."

[LB Mule]

"Casia, Casia Blackwell," the witch's eyes lit up at the options proffered to her. Most places she ventured into tossed her whatever was on hand unless she requested something directly. But at the moment she had no particular flavor, just something that would warm the chill that had sunk into her flesh. She tried to keep the curiosity from gleaming in her gaze as she gave a side glance at the elf, her fingers pausing in their tapping, "And witch is fine. It's a much more down and dirty word, now isn't it? All of those negative connotations. When someone says 'witch' they don't automatically think of a good one. Bad just happens to be what comes to mind..." Though that wasn't a category that she quite fell into either. Casia tended to fall smack dab in the middle, edging into the black areas as much as the white. She just preferred to use whichever resources came her way.

Her eyes glanced longingly between the cognac and the vodka. The former made her think of sitting rooms and then inevitably her mother, so her hand snatched out for the bottle of vodka and the glass, pouring a few fingers and tossing it back. The warmth bloomed through her, causing a blush to form on her cheeks as she sighed in pleasure, "Much better. Thank you." The second set of words came a bit after the first, as if her manners had been remembered belatedly. Which they very well had been. Fingers moving over the now empty glass, she resisted the urge to squirm. It had been quite a while since so many eyes had been fixed on her. The witch preferred crowds, anonymous, busy crowds where she could watch as much as she herself was watched. This was just...strange.

[Jaeger Rottzahn]

A whispy breath of smoke filled the air outside the bar for a moment, and the slight click of boots against the steps rang softly as a lone male descended them. His crimson eyes hidden behind dark shades, and shadowed over by a black cap to hide from the chilled air. A distinctly old asian-styled pipe hung loose from the male's lips as he walked downward, hands in the pockets of his belted jacket fiddling idly with his lighter. An odd match of purple and black, light armor hidden beneath the quirky, gothic style. Raven stopped just a few inches from the door, his eyebrow quirking and took a few quick sniffs of the air.

Magic. The place reeked of magic, the odd crackle in the air minced with the stench of demon. Raven smirked, oddly sharp teeth gripping the pipe tightly as he freed one hand from his pocket and reached out for the handle. The door opened silently, and Raven's eyes took a moment to adjust to the faint darkness as he entered the room and looked around, keeping the daggers at his side holstered, and the odd-looking scythe strapped to his back hanging tight.

Two demons, an elf, and a human female that smelled like magic. Yup, perfect start for a bar joke, there. Raven pulled his scarf down a little, looking around and making note of the room arrangements, the stage, the...stripper poles? Oh, hell yes. The bar looked stocked, probably filled to the brim with more kinds of booze than he'd ever come across. He was quiet, unassuming, and calm as he made way for the bar, flicking an odd strand of blue hair from his face and pushing it back against the rest of his odd blue-streaked black hair.

"Cognac?" He asked, pointing to the bottle laid out before the woman and looking at the elf and demon that were surrounding her. She seemed a little out of place, but he didn't care enough to comment at the moment. What he wanted, aside from a place to lay low for a bit, was to down a few bottles of strong booze and relax for a bit. If asked, he would- of course- rid himself of the weapons in order to avoid any unnecessary conflicts, but for the moment he chose to lean against the bar and look towards the others nonchalantly, waiting for his response.

[Viral Jackal]

Spiral blinked and stared at the imp coldly. "All I did was toss out some vermin." He took another sip from his own drink before observing the witch enjoy the one he had gotten for her, the looked over to the elf with a rather clever 'told you so' smirk. He leaned on the counter of the bar and grinned, watching Casia blush. "Witch like you probably knows how to properly pay off a demon for his hospitality, yeah?" He was referring to the trade of immortal souls, but she could always surprise him with something just as pleasant, or better.

[Celeritas Lucis]

"Ah, of course. Cyrus Nicholai Greywolf, charmed." Cyrus nodded his head, fixing his hat and chuckling at her explanation. She had a sense of humor, a refreshing break from most other magic-users he had met. Stingy, stuffy men and woman all full of hot air and pompous nonsense. "Very well then, Miss Casia the Witch. It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance." The elf glanced beside her, watching yet another newcomer enter. He was armed, something that made him a little weary, but seemed to be calm and and cool as he came inside. Cyrus nodded, watching the man walk up to the bar and ask about the liquor, shifting the spare glass and bottle over to him after he finished and splitting his attention between the two.

"My, this place is more popular than I thought. You seem to have a prime location," he said, looking at Spiral with amusement and stepping back to lean against the counters behind the bar. "Building up a small crowd, and I've only been here a few minutes, it seems."

[little earth]

Kaana let out a "hmph," in response to Spiral's cold gaze, and turned her head to look away from him, suddenly feeling awkward, as if she shouldn't have said anything. Still, he was right, and a little pest-control never hurt. Rather than linger on the subject, though, the imp began to nibble at a second donut, her free hand pulling up the hem of one of her stockings.

Her ears and tail twitched a bit as the doors swung open, and someone else entered the bar. It was a man that strode in this time around. An armed man, who, like most men, was considerably larger than she was. When Kaana had first entered, she didn't feel very threatened, but something about this man carrying weapons made her a bit uneasy. Not necessarily because possessing weapons meant that he was going to use them at any given moment, on any given victim, but because it still meant he had a reason to use them, for one thing or another. Still, the atmosphere of the lounge remained calm as the man entered and made his way to the bar, so Kaana felt she probably had nothing to worry about in terms of potentially dangerous conflict. So, she chose to climb back into one of the seats at the bar counter and simply eat and observe.

[LB Mule]

The demon made Casia smile. A true, mischevious, devilish smile that flashed straight white teeth and hinted at the fact that she was biting back a bit of laughter, "Well, I probably know what you would like for payment, but as murky as my soul is, I'm quite fond of having its ownership in my own possession. But I'm sure we could come to some kind of agreement. Money is always an option or..." her tongue darted out playfully, "I could always work it off." She would let him take that where he would, a small chuckle tumbling out as she returned her attentions to the elf. What a contrast that was, which made her wonder what such a seemingly polite creature was doing in a place like that. It was nearly the start of a bad pick-up line. Her mouth opened to make the appropriate response, something along the lines of 'charmed as well', but the entrance of the armed man made her words pause. She caught herself with a slight shake of her head, it wasn't who she was waiting for and she was starting to believe that he just wasn't going to show. Her lips thinned in displeasure before the expression evaporated as she looked at the elf once more, her words finally making their way out, "Yes, it's nice to meet you as well." And that, deserved another drink, even if she did end up owing the demon even more. Another couple fingers of vodka were poured and sipped instead of downed this time. The drink relaxed her further, probably more than she should have been in an unknown place. A leg swung lightly and for once in her life, she was a a loss for words of conversation.

[Jaeger Rottzahn]

Raven nodded, taking the bottle and glass and moving a few seats away, distancing himself from the lot not out of disrespect- but because he still had a lit pipe in his mouth and was armed. He watched the three talk, noting the extreme differences between the other males and how the woman seemed to be playing along. The elf was mild-mannered and kindly, which put Raven off slightly as really different from how most High-Elves were. The demon was stereotypically chauvinistic and macho, which made Raven roll his eyes a bit and smirk. He took a quick drag, not wanting his pipe to go out, and blew away from the group before setting the bottle and glass down.

Not wanting to miss a beat, the male reached up to unbuckle the scythe and calmly set it down next to him, feeling that would set the mood straight that he wanted no conflict. He watched them all idly as he poured a drink, seemingly nonchalant yet interested all at once. The male tugged his scarf down further, exposing slightly the top of a leather collar and relaxing a bit. He figured at this point he was completely safe, none of them had any idea who he was or- by proxy what he was- and none of them gave a ********.

Good. That meant he could get his drink on. Setting his pipe down for a moment, he took up the glass and quietly downed some of the liquor, enjoying the thick, heavy burn as it slid down his throat.

[Viral Jackal]

The demon snickered and cackled eagerly. Work it off. Spiral liked the sound of that. And it sounded lucrative... "I'm sure we can work something out... In the mean time enjoy your drinks." He grinned viciously. Might be a nice little treat to get some entertainment in here. Yeah...
He glanced over at the rather scruffy-looking armed man who had just walked in. He didn't offer him a drink. This was an old fellow though. Not somebody the demon wanted to mess with if he had to.