His boots fell heavy on the side walk, a spray of water following his footstep. Light resilient eyes flickered down, examining the source of the sudden chill running up his leg. "Ah s**t.." he chuckled dryly shaking his foot off with a wry sigh. "You'd think by now I'd look out of this sort of thing." he shook his head with a sort of half shrug. Shark white bangs fell across half his face, yet it did not detract from his expression. Some how, amongst those who still lingered the streets his red trench coat did not seem out of place, and if it did the hurried little busy bodies didn't spare him a second glance. To bad, they weren't what he was searching for. The Devil Hunter was on the prowl, it had been awhile since he'd gotten out. He was looking for action, not the lame lime light of the city folk. They couldn't do a damn thing for him. Nor was he looking for cheap booze, and an easy lay. Maybe a different day, the half devil required something to test his skills on. It was why he resumed his journey, however for what was anyone's guess. The owner of the Devil May Cry would work any odd job that caught his interest. Maybe that was what led him into the little club just up the street. Or was it the club's pulse pounding music? Who knew.
It was your typical establishment, serving anyone willing to wander in. The bouncer stood at the guard, eyes shaded with dark sunglasses his attire casual save his sour attitude. A bar with it's drunks littered about, sensory blinding music, ultimately just something to pass the time with. It it was something you recognized you might find yourself on the dance floor just off the the right. Not to shabby, not to great. Nothing like you'd find in some high raiser suburbia. Even if the music wasn't to your fancy there was always something to do if one was willing to look hard enough.
