❈ The Verde River Bar & Inn ❈ Needs new members!

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[DeliriousInnovations]

_______Maxwell { M A X } Dawson
____________Location: The Verde River; his room.
____________Company: Panthea, Sophia, Nivek, Dayman.
____________Wearing: A white, airy button-down top, denim jeans.
____________Theme

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Max was as awkward a man as ever, and although he tried not to make these sorts of things obvious, it was still quite clear that he was a man of few words, and an individual that preferred keeping to himself rather than sitting around in a bustling bar. His fingers tapped against the counter, delivering a subtle, neurotic beat to the conversations that flowed around him, and lifting another glass to his lips, he sought to calm these nervous twitches. Honestly, it felt very strange sitting among strangers, even in such a casual environment such as a bar; he had lived a year speaking only to selected individuals every now and then when a group session had been called, but other than those occurrences of social interaction, he had truly had none. Even those that spoke to him during those sessions couldn't necessarily be counted as something as casual as normal interaction; they had all been forced to be there, forced (as much as they could, anyways) to talk to one another, to feel that pseudo normalcy, or so they had dubbed it. It was bullshit. Obviously, those lectures didn't help him here.

And there was that irritation again, and slowly, he took another swallow to calm it. It honestly felt like forever- Perhaps even another lifetime- That he had sat in a bar with other normal (well, at least somewhat) folk, and he wasn't quite sure what to think of it. In fact, for a moment there, he refused to think of it at all, and simply sipped at a solid repetition through his drinks until again, he was pouring himself another, another, another. Faintly, his thoughts would pass to other things. Like whether Jynx was doing alright in her new room, or whether Abigail was still asleep in whichever room she had chosen.

And now, he was beginning to be satisfied by the liquor's numbing effects; his mind was no longer a strained, tightened ball of ever-working thoughts, but a loose pile of unwound yarn. He had felt the woman beside him as she leaned forward and brushed past him to fetch her purse, a pleasurable, electric pulse easing through his body; much like a shock between two fingertips, but much more... Erotically charged through his numbed, delirious mind. His eyes met hers once more as she began to introduce herself, her voice prodding and poking at his senses in a peculiarly tempting manner. If he were sober, he likely would have had the energy to push these thoughts aside; but Max drunk liked to have fun.

A rather cocky smile pulled at his lips, revealing a white row of teeth, and he nodded, calmed and natural social interaction inspired by the liquor in his belly. "Panthea? That's an exotic name." He tilted his head, an air of curiosity glinting peculiarly within his hazel eyes,"...I'm Max. Er... Mr. Dawson." He had corrected himself with a light, casual chuckle, and he sipped again from his renewed glass, eyes again shifting off into another space. "...The owner of this place."

He caught the irritated glare that Nivek had tossed in his direction, meant to be a subtle indication that perhaps, he was drinking too much. Max glared back, and in his state, wouldn't necessarily censor himself nor filter his thought process. "What?" Max offered, daring the creature to state his true opinion, and the satyr turned back around reluctantly hissing a short sigh, before proceeding to tend to the guests. Vaguely, Max was aware of a new presence (a boy?) within the bar, and he almost objected, but it seemed that the individual had some business to tend to with the warrior fella, so he continued to drink his liquor, content in the state he was driving himself towards.

((OOC: Clicky on the pic for more images ;3 ))

[Rin128564]

SophiaRosa Hernandez

It didn't surprise her. Max had tore away from the eye contact they shared. She couldn't help but sigh so she simply turned back to her drink. What was it about her that made him so uncomfortable? Was it the fact that she was a therapist or the fact that she was there to see him what he was after being rescued? Despite the s**t he's been through he was still breathing and it was still surprising to her. She had dealt with other POW victims and within months she would learn about their suicides. She was here for personal reasons, not to try and help him though she was always willing to help. If he wanted to avoid her then that was something she was okay with and she wouldn't pry or anything like that. Sophia simply asked for another glass and her mind began to wonder on the woman upstairs that was stuck in a coma. She didn't understand...how was that woman even alive? Several days without sleep...that would drive a person both mad and toward death. Sophia was contemplating on whether or not she should tell Max.

[fragile goodbyes]

Panthea laughed as she took a sip of water. Oh this man was quite well on his way, if not already, drunk. She smirked as she knew that not a lot of alcohol affected her since the only thing she could ever get drunk off was blood. She bit her lip as she liked to think about the affects it had on her, how it made her tipsy off of it. She pushed her hair from her face as she stretched her arms over her head, and looked at him, a sliver of her tight stomach showing. She leaned forward to him, her eyes roaming over his body. "That's not the only thing exotic about me." she basically purred, her voice low so only he could hear her. She smirked as she looked back over at the man, "Don't look now, but the woman at the end of the bar keeps looking at you Mr. Dawson." she said softly as she ran her hand down his arm, and since he could tell that he was now more than willing, she figured she let a little of her charm encircle him. She looked over to Nivek, winked at him, and then let her fingers run down Max's arm, a soft purple glow only demons could see, trailing and entwining around him. Sure it was just a bit of a charm so she could have a little fun, he was wiling after all. She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear as she bit her lip, looking into his eyes. It was just a little charm putting him in a bit of infatuation with her. It would not even last a full day, maybe even more so half an hour or forty five minutes. Nothing too long. If she had used her full powers, he would be infatuated with her for the rest of his life. She pushed her hair from her face as she looked at him, waiting to see how the charm would affect him.


[[I received permission from Del to be able to do this to Max emotion_omnomnom ]]


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[DeliriousInnovations]

_______Maxwell { M A X } Dawson
____________Location: The Verde River; his room.
____________Company: Panthea, Sophia, Nivek, Dayman.
____________Wearing: A white, airy button-down top, denim jeans, black dress shoes.
____________Theme

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Her comment sent an explosion of pleasant, tingling vibrations through his body, and he turned around a bit more, shuffling and moving his broad shoulders to face her across the horizontal bar, the rosy tinge across his cheeks both a sign that the liquor was working its way into his system, and also an obvious statement that illustrated his arousal. It seemed that it had been far too long since Max had experienced any sort of loving, sensual contact; whether it was backed by real emotion or not, he yearned for it with a deep, passionate lust that could only be prevalent in the desperate sort of man he was. He allowed his gaze to flicker over her curvaceous body, picking up easily on all her hidden gestures; the biting of her lip, the smile, the sly glint in her gray blue eyes. When she mentioned the 'woman' looking at him from the end of the bar, his gaze was torn from her alluring body only a moment to glance back at said woman, whom he only recognized as a familiar face. Driven by the numbed sense of smutty lustfulness that possessed him, he let loose a long whistle from his lips in her direction, and if she looked up, he would greet her gaze with a flirtatious lift of his brow, nodding and beckoning her in his direction.

Max was much too drunk for his own good.

He then turned back to his other lady-friend that had showed obvious signs of her interest, feeling her touch upon his skin; the very action of which sent a shiver of pleasant electric sensations that tickled his nerve endings; Max had been reduced to prey, and he was giving into it as easily as a mouse to a succulent slice of cheese. Her purring and spell that he could not decipher were of no help to him, and in fact, they only further spurred his erotic, nearly crude activity; the next moment, he had slid his hand down her waist, tugging tentatively but with firm yearning at her shirt that had taunted him earlier with the slight revealing of her lean stomach. His eyes remained transfixed on her alluring gaze; he couldn't deter himself from it, he couldn't fight it. He yearned as desperately for her contact as much as a soldier yearned to be home. Throughout this, he was of course unaware of Panthea and Nivek's discreet glares, and of the plot they seemed to be conceiving.

((OOC: Clicky on the pic for more images ;3 ))

[Rin128564]

SophiaRosa Hernandez

Drunk men. Far more pathetic than sober ones. Sophia sighed and stood up and made her way over to him. He would only cause himself more damage if he went on with what he was doing. Not to mention that the woman he was feeling up was....not natural. So, she did what was best for everyone in that room..well maybe not the woman but who gave a rats a**. Sophia walked over to Max and gently took his arm away form the woman. And gently pulled him to his feel. "Por dios.." she muttered softly and like any good friend she began to pull him away. If she remembered correctly his room was near by. This man had serious mental issues and getting involved with any woman was bad. It was not the right time for him to be with any woman but his drunken state made him utterly stupid. Now, all she did was gently pull him away from the bar. "Come on Maxwell...you need to rest and sober up. No need for you to do something stupid..." Her grip on him was gentle yet firm just in case he tried to pull or yank his arm away she would have that vice grip on him. When she was determined to get a drunk friend or ex home or out of the bar she was 100% successful.

[DeliriousInnovations]

_______Maxwell { M A X } Dawson
____________Location: The Verde River; his room.
____________Company: Panthea, Sophia, Nivek, Dayman.
____________Wearing: A white, airy button-down top, denim jeans, black dress shoes.
____________Theme

____________

What. The hell?

He had felt the woman's grip on his arm, gently attempting to pull him away from his current influence. His brow furrowed quite a bit in puzzlement, and his baffled gaze immediately set upon the familiar woman. He looked down only once to view his hand, which had been pulled from where he had been currently enjoying the feel of the other woman's body from beneath his palm, and it took him quite a moment to respond. However, when he did, he was abrupt and to-the-point. "Stupid?" His gaze met hers again, possessed by an angry, threatening sort of intensity that only the rageful drunk might feel, and he raised an eyebrow, his glare daring her to touch him again,"How about you nicely take that pretty little hand off of me, mm?"

But she hadn't a choice, for the next he tore his arm away from her grip- This would, of course, be successful because he was far taller, heavier in mass, and stronger than the woman no matter her training- and cast her another warning glare. [******** off."

The words were harsh, but when Max was as intoxicated as he was, his emotions were not suppressed. When he was angry, he was angry. When he was turned on, he was turned on. For now he tore his gaze from the woman that had incited anger within him, and this time he stood, pressing daringly close against the woman he had originally been flirting with, and with gentle fingers, he combed through her silky hair; leaning forward, he murmured, words beginning to slur a bit in their efforts,"...Come on, babe. Why don't we go find a room?"



((OOC: Clicky on the pic for more images ;3 ))

[Rin128564]

SophiaRosa Hernandez

And the obvious response...Sophia sighed heavily. Drunk people were so horrible to deal with but like she had told herself she wouldn't let him going around acting stupid. That and his threat kind of made this more interesting. She walked back over to him and looked at the woman, "Excuse me, he needs to sober up." And so again she took him and began to take him away this time a lot more forcibly. He dared her to touch him again. She wasn't one to back down from a dare. Sophia knew that he would try and pull away so she had to drag him out as quick as possible. She could go on like this for awhile until he drunken body got tried. She was used to this, and he was around the same height and weight mass of her ex. Hell if she could beat that man down she could do the same to Max. That and she didn't want some woman taking advantage of this delirious man.


((OOC: Playbooooooooooooooooooy your avi is....AWESOME biggrin ))

[ImNoHero]

As the adults in the bar began to create conflict around him, the boy felt annoyed at their ignorance. The only one not being dumb right now was Panthea. Max or Mr. Dawson was stupid for getting ******** up on the job being the owner an all. It set a bad example for the other employees and it was bad to mix business with pleasure. Sophia, well her heart was in the right place, but it wasn't her place to tell a man what they did or didn't need to do right now. If he wanted to act out and make any sort of fool of himself, that was his business.

"I think the lot of you are pretty damn childish."

His face flashed pinkish-red as he raised his voice to yell, gaining their attention long enough to distract them from one another. He was here to talk to Dayman, though it seemed he went unnoticed as things began to get heated around here. That and he was still a bit shaky when it came to conflicting situations. Worst of all, he was 15, and two out of three of the adults conversing together were acting like twelve year olds. As he tried to calm back down, he took a deep breath again. Come to think of it, it wasn't his place to play baby sitter. Besides, who was going to listen to a boy? That's when his stomach growled, his right hand jumping to his stomach only to rest his palm on it. He hadn't eaten in four days...

[The Dashing Gentleman]

ImNoHero

Dayman smiled yet kept his tongue at the woman's way. He didn't even try to tell her his name. She seemed preoccupied with speaking her mind well enough, and that was a good thing for most. A fellow with girlish hair sat quite near him. This didn't bother Dayman; he felt he could kill everyone in this establishment effectively enough if he had to, and one gent close at hand was not a bother for the elder Slayer. It was an odd thought to have when walking into a building, the killing of mortals and lovers alike. Which exits could be blocked off, which beams were good for burning first to level the entire place...

And if Dayman had to do it, he certainly would. He had lost everything he had ever loved because of inaction once before. If he had enemies bold enough to strike at him now in his most vulnerable state then let them try. He emptied his plate quickly enough, and was just about to ask for seconds when a meek voice found his cauliflowered ears.

The giant knight turned, quirking a wild eyebrow at the sturdy young lad.

"Aye?" He questioned the boy.

[fragile goodbyes]

Panthea smirked as she felt his aura change completely, and it was a lovely change of events indeed. She smiled as she pushed her hair from her face as she leaned towards him, his hand wandering from her waist and sometimes further down her back. She smiled as she looked into his eyes, who knew the effects of being drunk and the charm she wove around him, could lead to such a strong effect. She smiled as she enjoyed the attention, despite it being artificial, but hey, she needed a place to stay the night, why not this man's room. She smiled as she was about to nod, and speak to him saying that she would love to come with him, when he was abruptly pulled away. She frowned, her eyes going a dark black for a second, but she quickly had them back in their pale blue color. She stood up, and grabbed up her things, and was about to give this woman a piece of her mind when the man did just that. She smirked as she realized that the further the man would go away from her, the stronger his lust for her would be. She watched as he told the woman off, and came back over to her, as she rested her hand on his chest when he ran his fingers through her hair. And yet again, he was pulled away. This woman was being a major pain in her a**, and she had a feeling she wanted to just rip her apart right there, and drain her of her soul and blood.

Panthea stopped herself when she heard a yelling from the boy who had entered earlier. She raised an eyebrow as she walked over to him, and looked down at him. "Oh my dear sweet little boy. Thank you for your concern, but right now, grown ups are having fun. So why don't you go and play with something." she smirked, her voice holding a bit of a growl to it. When you have been on this earth as long as she had been, the things she knew and have seen, were too old for her. She liked having fun for as long as she could. She pushed her hair from her face straightened her shoulders, and turned her sights on the woman in front of her. She now felt like someone threatened her good time, and it took all her will power to vanish and disappear behind her, slit her throat and suck her soul. She bit her lip as she walked over to the woman, and looked down at her, "Oh my dear girl, as you can tell he is a grown man, and doesn't need to be dragged around like a child with it's mother." she growled as she looked at Max, who was staring down at her, lust in his eyes. Max yanked his hand once more from this woman and started to follow Panthea.

Smiling, Panthea had Max show her to his room, which she could easily get in. She looked over her shoulder at the woman and winked at her, grabbing up her backpack, helmet, and jacket. She entered Max's room, and with a flick of her wrist, she placed a charm on the door, which only allowed Max to enter his room for the day and night. She smiled as she let her stuff lay on the floor, and she sat on the bed. She had walked further from Max, which would let the charm grow stronger, and he would seek her right away. She smiled as she saw him round the corner, and when he entered the room, she flicked her wrist again, and the door shut, sealing away anyone who was not Max, and forbidding them to enter the room. Alone at last.


[[thank ya rin :] it was fun putting together still working on the hair a bit at the moment wondering what to do with it
Whoops btw! Got permission from Del again to do that! emotion_awesome ]]


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[Rin128564]

SophiaRosa Hernandez

Sophia shook her head and simply sat back down. "Nothing but idiots running around lately." She shook her head again and asked for another drink. Max was making his life worse but whatever, she had problems of her own so she figured she would only pay attention to him when he decided to talk to her about his issues. Though that was probably something that would never happen...maybe..perhaps. For a moment she pulled her phone out as it began to rang and it was the phone call she had been waiting for. She answered and it was a friend of hers that had the things Sophia needed to properly take care of Abigail.

Hanging out she went back to drinking, looking over at Nivek who had disapproved of what Max was doing as well. He was a grown man and so he could handle the consequences. Though like the boy Max was really being unprofessional.

((OOC: Del I think your obsessed with Succubus's XD @Playboy: Well it looks sexy XD in a creepy manner))

[DeliriousInnovations]

_______Maxwell { M A X } Dawson
____________Location: The Verde River; his room.
____________Company: Panthea.
____________Wearing: A white, airy button-down top, denim jeans, black dress shoes.
____________Theme

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He had been momentarily distracted by the touch of the woman's fingertips against his chest, another sharp, sensual tingling radiating from her touch; when, slowly but with a certain sense of abruptness, he felt Sophia's grasp upon him, this time far more forcefully, and this time it had pulled his feet a bit across the hardwood floors of the bar. As soon as he seemed to collect what was going on, a small snarl became visible upon the wrinkles across his nose, and he shifted a bit in his stance; successfully, he would drive his heels into the floor, refusing to budge any further than the woman had desired.

Somewhere across the bar, he heard and saw the boy he had but seen a vague blur of earlier, this time, the younger one seemed equally as agitated as Max currently felt; the difference was that the stranger's anger was channeled in a completely different direction, his frustration falling upon the group and their drunken adult actions. Well. His drunken adult actions primarily, but he couldn't quite decipher that at this time. If Max had been a particularly angry drunk, he might have lashed out at the kid; but honestly, although Max's emotions tended to spike and rear their ugly heads when he was intoxicated, he wasn't necessarily angry. In fact, drinking made him quite spontaneous, and he often had quite a bit of fun with it; in other words, he enjoyed his liquor, and the only signs of agitation that had seeped through his numbed skin were directed at Sophia, for she (in his perspective, at this point) was only interfering with his fun.

Before he could say or act out anything in response to Sophia or the stranger, however, Panthea had already gone about to do just that; and he was almost lucky that she did for since she hadn't been bothered by the liquor her own responses were far more witty and direct than anything he might have managed to spew out. A sideways grin pulled at the corner of his lips, and he had managed to twist his arm free of Sophia's grasp, enough so that when Panthea started moving, he could follow swiftly (well, kind of) within her shadow. He knew immediately, despite his drunkeness, when to take priority; and moving ahead of Panthea as they slipped into the hallway, an arm would curl around her slender waist, and he stepped forward to pull and direct her towards his own room. Once there, she separated from him, tossing a wink that he hadn't quite caught towards Sophia that was likely somewhere in the background, before she slipped within his room- out of his grasp, and away- and sat on the edge of the bed.

At this point in time, he couldn't stand to be away from her; her mere presence was a tantalizing, weakening thing, and as he stepped into the door, he moved with new frenzy, the sides of his cheeks pinkened by an unrelenting desire, and the numbing effects of the sweet liquor. Once inside, the door seemed to shut by itself from behind him (which, honestly, he wasn't very aware of at this point- He was driven completely by the lust that possessed him) and he moved forward, nearly shaken by the unquenchable hunger that lingered deep within his body, until he was pressed up against her sitting form, berating the side of her neck, cheek, and shoulders with intimate, stimulated kisses drawn from his lips. He would wait till she showed some sign of mutual desire before he gently pushed her upon the bed, trembling, frenzied hands moving to pull off his shirt and jeans... And after quite a bit more of passionate prodding, he would at last come to her.


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(( Time skip~ Hurrah ))


His bare form stirred within the blankets, tightly shut eyes refusing to give into the daylight that cracked through the window. His thoughts were painful, a headache throbbing relentlessly in the back of his head, and for a moment, his head stirred reluctantly against the pillow, burrowing beneath it's white surface to shade his eyesight from the oncoming sun. He would shift again a few moments later, becoming irritated with his headache, and would only pause when the bridge of his nose nuzzled against something that was... Not quite the same texture as that of his sheets. For a moment, he lay there, eyes still shut and groggily accepting that whatever it was, likely wasn't anything important, and it would take quite a few more minutes (maybe even a half an hour) for him to fully wake up and realize what it was he was laying next to.

A woman.

He sat up, slowly, hand moving through his hair (that, somehow during the night, had been undone from its ponytail) in a manner that was more exhausted than anything else; he wasn't sure if he regretted what had happened, nor was he quite certain he could remember all the fine details, but he certainly knew that a naked woman within his bed meant that he had likely slept with her, which could and couldn't be a good thing. It was good, because, well... Honestly he hadn't had much intimate contact over this past year, and it felt rather refreshing (no matter how void it may be since it was fairly anonymous) to feel active again, however immature that sounded. It was kind of a bad thing, however, because the real Max (not the altered one) was a personal type of person, and these kind of rendezvous had never been his type of ordeal. Not only that, but since Jed's visit, he'd felt strangely... Different in some way than before, and although the experience with this woman (Jesus, he couldn't even remember her name) was quite lovely for what it was, he wasn't completely satisfied, if that made any sense.

Now. How to go about this...

s**t. He shook his head, unable to think of a proper reaction to this situation. Good morning? Or would he shift silently to the bathroom, where he could take a shower and get ready for work? Bah. His mind was a confusing jumble.

((OOC: Clicky on the pic for more images ;3 @ Rin: I'm not obsessed lmao, succubi tend to allure men, and I play male characters. Plus Max is drunk, which doesn't really help his situation. lol ))

[ImNoHero]

The boy chose to ignore the woman that excluded him from adult ordeals as well as the other two. He was appointed attention from Dayman as he had hoped for. Though he lagged by a short moment of silence to gather his words in his mind before speaking. The scariest part was the man's missing fingers on his hand ironically enough.

"My name is Caelum of the Ashburn clan....uh...sir. I humbly request that you learn me your way of the blade."

After his words, the boy couldn't help but kneel to one knee and bow his head in respect to the knight. Caelum had learned the ways of self defense in the mountains, but that knowledge was incomplete. And even if he had completed his training, it still wouldn't be enough. More importantly, he was born into a family descended of Blacksmiths. Thus, he require more tact, more skill. More mettle. They was of slaying was his destined path, or so he felt. That was why he survived the slaughter of his kinsmen along with the rest of his small village. He was as respectful as he felt he could be, but if he was turned down it was unknown how it may effect him and his mannerisms.

[DeliriousInnovations]

_____Nivek Lihovi
_____Location: The Verde River.
_____Company: Dayman, Caelum, Sophia
_____Wearing: The usual top, dark pants, sleek dress shoes.

____________The bar had grown quite busy, and although there a multitude of things happening at once, Nivek was able to keep up with all of it. He simply drifted about his business, golden eyes flickering against the words that protruded his senses. Mr. Dawson, to his dissatisfaction, was growing increasingly drunk and crude; Nivek's yellowed eyes would flicker, only for a brief second, to deliver a faint passing of judgement within his glare, that had warned the other to tread carefully. He very well knew the woman next to him was a succubus, and whatever true intentions she had- Whether they be lighthearted or of a more violent reason- He didn't necessarily care; he knew that it was required that succubi feast upon mortals to preserver their own beauty and youth, and he could only hope that Mr. Dawson would not be a victim of that sort of behavior.

However, that was uniquely up to Mr. Dawson. Nivek very well knew that invading in the other's affairs was not only a bad idea, but it wasn't necessary; Mr. Dawson would learn his lesson, as most did, and the best that Nivek could provide would only dwindle down to, as his job expected him, cleaning up the mess. If Mr. Dawson was harmed in this affair, only then would Nivek act and assure the man's life was in no danger; after the contract he had signed with the mortal, preserving his employer's life was simply part of the deal, lest their pact be redeemed void.

On the other hand, Sophia (the woman he had recognized from a year ago) had been quite diligent in disallowing Mr. Dawson to participate in this sort of activity, for her own reasons of course. He could see very clearly that she cared deeply him, or to be more exact, still cared for him since Nivek had seen her last year; even then it had been obvious that she wanted nothing but to take care of the unsettled man, so much that she had driven herself out in order to cause him less difficulties with her presence. There had been tension in the air during her struggle to drag him away, and Nivek's forked tongue had flickered out from the corner of his mouth, once again tasting the electricity in the air; both the sexual, and the hostile. And he liked it, being the type of creature he was, even if it resulted in the rather abrupt leaving of his employer, and thus an abrupt end to his supervision.

Nevertheless, his pace had not quickened, tensed, nor flinched with anxiety; his gaze simply returned to those in the bar, and adjusted without signs upon his features to the calmed air. The new boy was speaking to the slayer he had spoken to earlier, and he watched their interactions discreetly a moment, long ears twitching from beneath his cap. Meanwhile, there was business to attend to. The remaining woman had asked for another drink, likely to relieve the tension and agitation she felt, and with a flick of his yellow eyes and a small nod, he proceeded to do just that; preparing her liquor with practice and filling her glass with an appropriate amount, he slid it across the small distance between he and her until it smoothly glided before her. He had observed, empty eyes gazing in no particular direction to remain distant and secluded, so as not to provide any reason, of course, for the feminine creature before him to become suspicious, perhaps of him eavesdropping on her phone conversation, which was exactly what he was doing.

But that was no surprise. Nivek eavesdropped all the time. It was his job.

He could sense as much as he could feel that the woman before him was still rather... Upset about Mr. Dawson's behavior, and like he would do to any other guest, he bowed his head the slightest as if to allow her to recognize that he was about to speak, golden eyes flickering strangely over her features,"I wouldn't concern yourself with Mr. Dawson, miss Hernandez." His low, slithering voice would murmur between the both of them, the pronunciation of her name rolling off of her tongue with practiced, perfect accented tones; almost enough to allow the woman before him to dismiss that he had, almost freakishly, remembered her name since nearly a year ago,"Mr. Dawson is a peculiar man, but I assure you, he can handle himself."

He sat down on the plush chair behind the counter, and again, he poured himself some of his favorite vintage wine; sipping from its glass with a delicate, eloquent sort of air about him... Sharpened features hollowed and darkened- Almost ghost-like, really- against the subtle lighting within the room.

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[Rin128564]

SophiaRosa Hernandez

It was impossible for Sophia to say that she didn't care no matter how much she didn't want to give a s**t she did. Sometimes she wished she wasn't too nice to some people. Once the glass was slid over to her she downed the liquid and set it down, her gaze meeting that of the man who freakishly still knew her name but some people had good memory so maybe he was one of those. She only gave him a nod before looking back to her phone and received a text. Just like last year she was being bugged to no end but this time instead of phone calls her phone would just get blown with text message after text message. The certain text she got at the moment caused her eye to twitch and her hand grip the phone rather hard. If she was non human and had super strength the phone would have been broken by now.

Sophia had her own s**t to worry about so worrying about Max would have to be a low priority. What he did now was whatever unless he asked for her help. For now she had to find a way to relax and enjoy her time back from the god forsaken war. First step was to destroy the phone she now had and get a new one since she still did need a phone. But even so she could tell that within two weeks of a new phone that a** hole would some how find her number and begin to annoy her again. Just before she could put the device away she got another message, the message for more aggravating than the last. So, in response she set the phone down, reached down and pulled her ankle boot off, and with the think heel she slammed it down on the phone until he was completely broken. With that she simply slipped her boot back on and pushed the scraps to the side and asked for another drink.