~Mika James~
Once a fierce demon hunter in her land, Mika James had given up the life for something more calm and well honestly, profitable. She was already damaged enough and wanted to live out the res of her days where she always felt most at home, a bar, pub, tavern whatever people called it in their lands. After opening she ran the whole place on her own, taking in people that needed help, jobs, or just a place to get a good drink. Now, she had lots of help and could sit in her back table and watch over the action as it happened. Break up a fight now and then, take in the needy, pour drinks when it got too crazy, but she loved the way of the tavern and it is the best around.
So, sitting in the back, alone at her table. I fiery red head sat peacefully and sipped her drink, marking the stock she could see they were running low on. Seeing one of the waitresses she smiled and put her cup on the edge of the table. "Elena, could you get me another tall please?" She asked as she over heard Vincent asking her about her distaste of the tavern. "Just takes getting use to. Soon you won't even noticed the different smells." She said with a smirk as she put her head back down.