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Krii'Ouse walked into Hunter's Bar and strolled over to his fiancee, sitting down next to her, and noticing her very large amount of alcohol. He could already smell it on her breath. 'I hope you plan on brushing a lot before bed.' he said, smiling playfully. He stood up, and moved to her back, wrapping his arms around her, and putting his chin above her collarbone.

'Hey,' he started, kissing her neck, 'Don't let Tokeru get you this stressed out, baby. I don't want his idiocy ruining our sex life.' he said jokingly, kissing her collarbone. 'Just let it be. He'll get his just reward soon enough. Alright?' He spun her seat around, and put his finger on her chin. 'So chill.' He brought her close, and kissed her on the lips.

Krii'Ouse grinned. 'Well, at least I know that tonight will still be interesting.' He put his left hand on the small of her back, and the right on her upper back. He pulled her closer, and kissed her passionately.

He brought right hand around, and held just under her arm, and slid his left hand further down her back, down to her waist. He slid his tongue into her mouth, and massaged her own, rubbing the top of her mouth, and edging her fangs, fully trusting her not to bite him.

Breaking the kiss after a moment, he heard Hunter laughing. Turning to look at the old man, Hunter had a gigantic smile on his face. 'Hey, sod off, geezer!' Krii'Ouse said, smiling. He turned back to Kerrigan, and smiled. 'Wanna dance, or just go to bed.' He flared his eyebrows when he mentioned going to bed.

'Can we do that on the dance floor?' Krii'Ouse inquired, grinning at Kerrigan. 'I don't think the patrons would like that... Well... no, I don't think that Hunter would like that very much. How about we dance a little bit, then go have some fun in the bedroom?' he asked, smirking flirtingly.

He kissed her neck, and moved up to her jaw, kissing just between the end of the jaw, and the neck, under the ear. 'Or would you rather skip the dancing, and go fool around?' He moved his hand to her butt, and kissed her again.

Krii'Ouse's eyes went wide. It was obvious from the increase of light beaming against his shades. He shook his hands out, thrust them out to his sides, appearing to have produced glo-sticks from his sleeves, when really, he'd summoned electrical currents in the shape of glo-sticks, and kept them on himself.

He smiled, and thought to Kerrigan, *Maybe we should have just gone downstairs, you little succubus.* He twirled the glo-sticks about over his head, dancing with her, moving his hips in tandem with her own. He then sucked the energy sticks up, and ran his hands down her sides, bringing her closer by grabbing her butt, and pulling her in for a kiss.

Krii'Ouse simply started walking to the closet. He opened it telekinetically, and stepped inside, closing it the same way. The hatched opened, and he floated down, all the while holding onto Kerrigan with his left hand on her butt, and his right hand on her neck, from behind. He started kissing her as they floated down, and hovered towards the Omega's Lair.

Scott surveyed the bar. UV lights, Silver, and he thought he smelled a faint aroma of incence for warding. It was a tightly locked box, and it was about as subtle as sodomy. Scott tilted his head to the side and used his hand to pull it down until there was a loud pop. He checked his sword to make sure the slide was smooth and walked across the street He made no attemt to hide his face or slump his shoulders. He walked to the door like he belonged there. He opened the door with a nod to the male bouncer, he opened the oak door and walked into the loud music. He took only a moment to think about how much tony2 would have enjoyed this hole.

Scott approched the bar and ordered a Rum and Coke. He quickly slapped the bar and the bartender looked back. "Hold the rum?" Scott more said than asked. He thanked the Barkeep and placed a twenty down. "Who do I talk to about joining ranks?" He shouted in order to be heard above the cranked up bass.

Scott took the drink with a nod and sniffed it cautiously. He sat on the stool and waited as the sot drink fizzed and danced like fish escaping an acidic lake. "New to the trade?" He asked quietly.

Krii'Ouse walked up to the bar, a hood over his head, a duster covering his body, and his face masked. 'Hey Hunter, what's up? ' he asked with a distinctly British accent.

'Aye, lad. This buck-o needs some instructions as to how to be part of the crew.' the Scottish Hunter replied.

'Right. Look, right now, the Hunter's Guild is in a bit of a pickle, so I'm going to have to sign over authority to putting you on the roster to Hunter, here. I'm Krii'Ouse, the Omega Hunter, an honoured title given to the best Hunter in the Guild. Will isn't here, he's our leader. We've got a few... problems need taking care of, see?'

'Hunter, shoot me a Goose Island.' the hooded one said. It was now that the new Hunter would realise that this man's eyes glowed white. At first the Hunter may have thought it an optical illusion, but now, definitely real.

Hunter slid a bottle of root beer down to Krii'Ouse. 'Thanks, mate.'

Hunter leaned over the counter, producing a book from under the table. 'Right, then, boyo. What's ye name, an' let's go over ever'thing 'bout ye livin' style.' he began the initiation.