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Bren decided to wander down anyway. He was a tad peckish. He had already tucked Torin in for his nap. He walked down the side stairs that led to the balcony, keeping his eyes on the crowd. There was something here that had his nerves racing, but he could place what.

Oh...the boy...the kid he took the cd from. He was sitting off in a corner. He smirked slightly to himself, then made way to the bar. He could sense new kindred here, but not one he had met yet. No matter, Adam would bring the whelp along at some point. He looked at Bently and slamed his hand on the bar, startling the older man. "Hey, you! Get me a lager of your best guiness!"

Bently eyed the seemingly younger man, then grinned. "Get it yerself, whelp. I'm busy with real customers...not some slacker such as ye coming here orderin' me about like you own the joint."

"Uh...Bently, ol' boy...I do. Not for long, suredly, but for now I do. I don't see your name on the deed yet, old man," Bren smiled and moved bhind the bar, gettign is drink. He glanced at Davey, then put a second drink before him. "Drink your sorrows, or drown them and forget. Either way, lose the sour face."

Bren eyed the boy, then sighed. He took the drink back and downed in in one go...he was definately showing his roots. He tossed the glass aside as if it was nothing, catching Bently out the corner of his eye frantically grasping the glass and glaring at him. He wiped his mouth, pulled his own drink over and leaned on the bar. He stared at Davey, then reached forward and pulled the earpiece out of his left ear. "You'll go deaf you listen to it that loud. Besides, the music here isn't so bad. I rather like Flogging Molly."

He had to admit, the kid might hit him eventually, but it was fun to tease the locals...and he was curious to why Adam had been speaking to him earlier.

Bren shrugged, then stood to lean on the bar on his hands. He looked out atthe dance floor, and could see Adam talking to a few others. He looked back at the kid. "I'm curious what my mate, Adam, talked to you about. Care to spill?"

"The prince? Really?" Bren laughed. "Of England?"

He sighed, took a drink from his guinnes, then leaned on the bar. "Mission sounds good...there anything in it? Money...chicks...fame?"

Bren nodded, then took another drink. He watched the dancers a moment, then glanced at the front door. He could see Moriko heading through to make her way back upsatirs. He sighed and ducked slightly behind the bar. "Well...that prince is currently taking holiday. Will the prince of a city do?"

He peeked over the bar, making sure his right hand woman was upstairs. He looked at Davey, "You know...sometimes women want a little more than money and fame. Some times they just need..."


Bently cut him off, "Now don't be filling the youth's head with garbage. Don't need him ending up like you."

The elderly man sighed, and began cleaning a glass. "Cor! Last thing anyone be needing is someone the likes of you...one's enough."

"Ah...you know he's upstairs?" Bren peered at the boy, finally standing again. "He lives up there. Only a select few really getto meet with him, talk with him, you know...buddies. I mean, the only other time anyone sees him is when he's needing people to do his work for him."

He glanced at Bently, who'd moved on down the bar to take a few orders. He looked back and grinned. "Course, I don' know why you'd be wanting to talk to him...little thing like you. Oh...right...the mission. What is this mission?"