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Iden yawned as he stepped into the dusty old tavern. It didn't look like it had seen much business of late...and that hardly bothered him. The shelves had booze, and there wasn't anyone present to pester him about nicking some. A perfect setup if there ever was one...

Iden's gloved hands were in his coat pockets, and for all intents and purposes, he looked the due norm for himself these days. Duster, jeans, weapons, the whole nine yards.

Iden had been behind the counter, sifting through his assorted preferences in alcohol, when the door swung open and shut. His gaze shifted away from the bottles in his hands, to see....Dae. And looking like she'd been doing some dark voodoo of hers, too.

His first reaction was simple enough. His arm twisted, and he slung one of the bottles for her to catch. It was whiskey, naturally.

Getting a shot before headin' to work. You?

Iden failed to comment on her appearance, or the deep seated churning in his gut he was feeling. It was a reaction to the aura she was filling the room with, one that involved about as much thought as breathing did for a normal human.

Iden took the other bottle he had been holding, and pressed it to his chest. As he did, he fell backwards, and landed on the counter. His legs sprang, and he slid into a roll over the bar, only to land on his feet, facing Dae.

I can see that...I'm not gonna ask.

Iden's smirk wavered for a moment, but he let it all slide...he was here for a drink, little more.

So he sauntered past Dae, and swept his arms towards the table he was making for.

Wanna seat? I'm not leaving THAT soon.

Heading to Saudi Arabia, mate. Off to have fun with the ragheads.

Iden chuckled softly to himself as he slid a chair from the table. Almost literally, Iden fell into the seat, and was propelled nearly instantly into a reclined position. His feet flipped up, and landed with a dull *THUD* on the table.

Fun times, n.....waitaminute.

Iden seemed somewhat dumbstruck when Dae made her second comment. His jaw locked where it had been, in mid word, and his eyes held an incredulous look to them.

What the ******** do I look like, a ******** daycare?

Iden halted himself from saying any more. At least, he gave himself the chance to shake his head slowly, and breathe a deep sigh.

Ah well, whatever. You can handle yourself, right? Better than the other kid. When I get back, I'll introduce you to the men, 'kay?

Iden quirked a brow, and his smirk made a hasty comeback. He tipped his bottle in a short salute to Dae, before he snapped its neck between forefinger and thumb.

Eh, it's cool. Just make sure you don't stick your head out if s**t starts flying, and all will be well, right?

Iden popped a shrug, then slung his head back to down a swig of his whiskey. It brought a short cough, as the drink burned its way into his recently reconstructed stomach.

Other kid? Oh, yeah. Some freshly dead kid stumbled into the Turtle a few days back. I dropped him off at the Prince's office...and Raoul wants the little b*****d stuck with my team. Not much I can say....so here's hoping he isn't a total ******** when things get ugly. Lasombra....if I'm right. The kid, I mean.

Iden shrugged once again, and nodded along.

Agreed, agreed, you can hold your own. It's the other guy I'm worried about. Best I can say, he's got nothing.

Iden tipped the bottle once again, draining another hearty swig from his drink before continuing. It was only a brief paused to wipe his lips with his sleeve before his words picked up.

Know? Raoul's got him on a leash tighter than mine. Besides, if he's Sabbat, first sign and I'll blow his head across the nearest wall. The way he tells it, though, was he ran the ******** away from his Sire, whom planned on killing him right after the embrace. Wierd, but sadistic. ******** up story.

Indeed, Iden had seen her in action. But Iden had been a little sidetracked at the time....but that was for another time. At the current moment, Iden was reclined, with his hands resting over his chest as he listened to Dae speak.

Nah, nah, remember, its Sabbat we're talking. Assuming the kid ain't lying, the ******** sired him, and made sure the first people he ate during the initial frenzy was his family. Parents, siblings...you get the picture. Point was to make him suffer before he died.

Which time?

Iden asked with a straight face. It was a question, all things considered, that would make most people pause and wonder what he meant. He was just so serious in asking, that it just couldn't be only a joke.

I'm gonna guess you mean the first time around, yes?

As he spoke, a furry little head poked out from the collar of his coat. Having been resting in one of the interior pockets, Liela was now contented to crawl around the hem of the duster, and perch herself on Iden's chest. He scratched the ferret's chin gently, and a contented smirk spread across his face as he did so.