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It was hard to get his passive mask on. Especially with Kalore's soft touch on his hand which was still there. He looked at the elf's hand from the corner of his eye, just looking at it. "Say something." He said softly not wanting to use his voice any louder than that.

Gambler shook her finger at Rave. "Oh no you don't. I'm not telling you anything about this one Mister Meanie Head." She said and sealed her lips locking it with a key and throwing it away. Then she rested her head on his shoulder and stayed quiet.

"Wow. I work 24/7 at most." He said sometimes going for days on end with no sleep and still being able to do work on some with the knife. He was just that dedicated as a doctor.

Gambler smirked and shook her head. Then she lifted her head to pinch his cheeks. If she was going to be quiet then she had to at least do something impish and cause him trouble, like pinching his cheeks or perhaps another wet willy but since this was public and full of elves, that last one might embarass him or make everyone pray that she doesn't die at the hands of Rave. It would have been a good death from a amazing man like Rave, so...She was okay with that.

Looking up at Kalore, the demon raised his brow slightly. "Excuse me?" He asked thinking that Kalore didn't just say what he thought he did. "I...hope we done fight either but...Your not a better shot than what I saw." He said, a small part of him appreciating Kalore's attempt of lighting things up. That might just work and it also might lead him to opening up to the elf like he did before all this foolish happened. 'It's still my fault.' He thought bitterly but he wasn't one to share that with anyone.

Joker leaned closer to Kit and looked at both sides. "I like needles and the gruesome stuff." He said thinking about how excited he gets at looking at the insides of a person and not excited in a weird way, more like a scientific way and well, he was a berserker, it was in his blood.

Gambler pouted and flicked his nose. Then she turned away, looking at something else while her head was resting on his shoulders. He stole her drink and that wasn't very nice in her opinion so she sniffled slightly as if she was about to cry.

Rolling his eyes, Monty felt alittle relaxed after drinking that tea and looked at Kalore fully, not minding that his eyes told the elf everything that he was feeling at the moment. "I don't think so Kalore. That was luck on your side. It will never happen again." He said, confidence in his tone because the man knew his awesome skills in shooting a weapon. Yeah, this was the Monty everyone liked and still disliked.

Joker nodded. "What do your tats look like?" He asked interested in what they were. He found them fascinating and wanted a few himself but never got around to get them, seeing as he was a doctor of almost everyone field he could enter and thought it would be unprofessional of him to have one.

Monty snorted softly, dismissing Kalore's claim of skills. "You may be skilled in archery, I'll give you that one, but in the case of being a gunslinger? Unlikely." He said and slightly lifted his chin arrogantly but only slightly. "Plus there are other things you might not be good at, say....swordsmanship?" He said with a raised brow, even if he did make a wager of sorts with the gun skills. Hopefully, the elf forgot about that.

Joker pouted but nodded in understanding. "Of course, my dear. That is for you to know and for me to never find out is that it?" He asked with a raised brow and realized that this was the first real conversation he has ever engaged with a woman, especially since this one was very beautiful and intelligent. Two pluses, good job.

Gambler shivered and turned to look at him with that pout. "You stole my drink you big meanie. I should beat you, but I care too much about you so I won't." She pouted cutely.

Monty snapped his fingers in a sarcastic manner and looked at the elf. "I suppose there isn't a chance of renegotiation on that deal?" He asked, knowing that Kalore would say no and that he would have to, on his honor, pull through with it. How hard could it be to go for guys again? Thinking about their fight, it was going to be the most difficult task in the world. Damn him and that idiot who killed it for him to hell. There at least he could kill him as many times as he wants.

Joker winked at her and looked around the club. This was the longest he has been at a club and the fact that he was still there because of a lovely young lady made it better. "So how about giving me a drink?"

Licking her lips, she looked at the drink and nodded. "Yes please." Though if there was a cost to get it then she would have to be damn willing to pay up, just for a drink.

The boss looked up at him and took a sip. Then she took the drink and offered it to him. "Would you like some?" She asked, finding this amusing yet very endearing.

Monty shook his head. "There...isn't a guy that I like and as for traits go...I don't remember." He really didn't. The demon could go on and on about women but about men...That was something he would have to sit down and really think about.

Joker looked thoughtful. "Well, like Monty it would take alot to get drunk. Like if I was at this for a few days, I could be trashed. See, because of the meds I take I usually don't drink so much because that could kill me. Otherwise I would be drunk in the next few days. Why? You want me drunk?" He asked, raising a brow.

Gambler smiled and looked at the people around them from the corner of her eye. "Your like a rock star here." She murmured and placed the drink on the counter. "The must have like kids named after you and streets and buildings right?" She asked, randomly. Though..It was possible right?

Monty shook his head. "That's the thing Kalore, It's hard to just start liking anyone." Why did it bother him that Kalore took his hand away? He blinked at his hand and wondered why he wanted that hand back on his....

Joker chuckled, holding his hands up in surrender. "You got it bartender Kit. The question is however, what would you do if I was drunk?"