(kk, Sorry. )

((No worries. Just glad we got it settled. ))

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Molly smiled at him, cute she thought, before answering him.
"Why do you wanna know?" she raised an eyebrow at him playfully. Fully aware that he wasn't human, she flirted and played with him anyway.

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Mick St. John walked up to the door of one of the few vampyre-friendly clubs in the city. But he wasn't there for pleasure, a perspective client wanted to meet there (but he/she isn't going to show). He had come there a little early, wanting to check the place out before his client showed.

He pushed his hair back with a hand as he walked up to the counter. Not knowing if his client was a vampyre or friendly to vampyres, so he decided to act like he was human. "Can I get glass of gin, please?" he asked one of the workers (Molly).

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Four Gods wait on the windowsill,
Where once eight Gods did war and will,
And if the Gods themselves may die,
What does that say for you and I?

Now, three Gods wait on the windowsill
Where one God's blood was lately spilled
While black tongues lap at the spreading pool
And build the strength they need to rule.

Felix blinked, realizing that she was flirting with him. He then beamed and flirted as well, giving her a quick wink, before asking, "Do you know what Dawn's doing?" The tingle ran up his spine and he shivered, keeping his smirk and his eyes on her.

Molly smirked and was about to reply when a customer interupted her train of thought. "Hold that thought." she said to the young Vampire as she made her way towards the customer. "One gin coming up sir" she smiled pleasantly at him. Molly loved her job and loved the variety of clientel. She turned to the optics and poured in a measure of Synn's finest brand of gin. She placed a napkin underneath the glass and turned back to face the customer.
"There y'go, enjoy your drink." she said as she waited on his money.

Turning back to Felix she grinned at him and called over to him.
"Why are you so interested in Dawn anyway?"

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"Thanks," Mick said as he fished a five out of his pocket (don't actually know how much it would cost, so I'm going with that) and placed it on the counter. "Keep the change," he said, taking the drink. Not that he would actually drink it, but it would help him blend in a little bit more than drinking blood. Or drinking nothing for that matter.

The vampyre sat on a bar stool and waited for his new client to show up.

OOC: And now for my shapeshifter.

Name: Demyan
Human/Vampire: Shapeshifter
Age: Unknown, but very old
Appearance: Changes
Personality: Demyan enjoys toying with people, coming in as one person, chatting with someone and then coming in as someone completely different and pretend to be psychic because he knows so much about them. Has a devil-may-care attitude towards all aspects of life.
Stance: Doesn't care one way or the other
Brief History: Hope you don't mind if I leave this blank.

IC: He came in dressed in a mantled duster of black leather, cowboy hat pulled low over his face, making him look somewhat like an extra from the set of El Dorado. Tailor made black pants and boots could be see as the duster parted when he walked, and a black silk shirt occasionally peeked though.

Deep-set eyes glittered with intelligence beneath severe brows. His short bead served to emphasize the long lines of his face, the high cheekbones, and straight slash of his mouth. He placed the (quite unnecessary) hat on the rack beside the door, revealing neatly cut black hair.

He sat himself on a bar stool beside a man with an angular jaw and flowing hair (Felix). "So what's good here?"

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Four Gods wait on the windowsill,
Where once eight Gods did war and will,
And if the Gods themselves may die,
What does that say for you and I?

Now, three Gods wait on the windowsill
Where one God's blood was lately spilled
While black tongues lap at the spreading pool
And build the strength they need to rule.

((Ooo awesome. I love mysteriousness.))

Molly took the note and smiled when he offered her the change, "Thank you" she almost burst with excitement, but kept it well hidden.
Hah! Not the only one that can charm the customers" she bragged to herself as she thought of all the times Dawn was offered the same thing. Her thoughts remained on Dawn as she looked up towards the VIP area. It was hard to see anything going on up there. They could see down though, and she hoped Dawn was looking over. Turning back to Felix she broke out another grin.
"So....why are you so interested in my friend?" she pursued the questioning, curious as to what exactly it was he wanted from Dawn.

Just then a man strode into the bar looking like he'd just stepped out of an old Western. He sat down and instantly aimed his conversation towards Felix. Molly stood back a little instantly wary of this newcomer to Synn City.

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Somewhere on the other side of town a tall figure in black jeans, Doc Marten boots and biker jacket strolled through the back streets and alleyways. His long raven black hair flickering in the soft wind. He smiled as he caught the scent of his prey. He quickened his pace and grabbed the young girl from behind. He pushed her up against an alley wall and yanked her head the side, exposing her neck. Frozen with fear the young girl tried to beg for mercy, but it was useless. He knew exactly what he wanted, what he needed. What he'd been craving and now he had what he wanted he was not about to let it go.

"Thank you for giving this to me" he sneered and laughed maliciously at the poor girls misfortune of being in the wrong place at the wrong time. He opened his mouth and his fangs began to elongate slowly. Enjoying the fear he hovered his mouth over the vein before sinking his teeth in and violently draining her of every drop of blood she had.

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Felix opened his mouth, then shut it again as Demyan interrupted. Felix smiled a sad smile at Molly before turning to the other man, "What do you mean what's good here?"

He then flashed a smirk and a wink to Molly, "Sorry about that my dear, it's just I sense someone of higher rank than me. I believe your friend Dawn is probably serving them in the VIP lounge. I only wish to know their business here."

Molly tilted her head to the side, some of the things Vampires could do both fascinated and terrified her in equal measure. "Well, yeah there's someone here. Tall Japanese guy, Dawn being the only Vampire bartender got the dubious duty of serving him up there. Other than that, I know nothing and there not likely to tell me much either" she frowned, a little concerned for her friend.

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Róisín followed the company swiftly up the winding stairway and soon found herself in a small and narrow, dark space lit by candlelight. There was one door straight ahead and two on the opposite side from where she was standing. She knew they were waiting for her to make a move and so she walked up to the door right in front of her and rested her hand on the knob, turning it slowly. The door creeped open and revealed a luxurious and spacious lounge with every comfort imaginable.

Róisín entered and made a notion to her company for them to do the same. She spotted Dawn behind the bar.

"Satoru-Sama, this is Dawn. She'll be your bartender for the evening. Please, make yourself at home!"

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"Satoru-Sama, this is Dawn. She'll be your bartender for the evening. Please, make yourself at home!" Dawn heard the voice of Róisín from behind her. She was reluctant to turn around, but she knew she had to get this ordeal over with. She hardened her resolve and put on her best bar tender smile and slowly turned herself to meet Róisín and her guest.
"Hi welcome to Synn City" she said before stopping dead in her tracks as her eyes met his.

"It is a pleasure to be here" Satoru replied smiling and bowing his head to Dawn. Dawn bowed back, knowing enough about Japanese culture to bow out of respect. She stood for a moment, caught in the gaze of his strange blue eyes. "Go now" he said, speaking only to the twins but never taking his eyes off his Hostess. "Remain outside and be vigilant" to which the two bodyguards did without question.

Dawn mentally shook herself, get your head straight. She refocussed back onto her job and not the attractive guest. "If you come this way Sir." she finally spoke up, trying hard to remain cool as she walked from the bar and towards a large black three seating sofa. The lights above were low and intimate. "Make yourself comfortable and when you're ready to order just give me a call over and I'll get you whatever it is you need." she bowed again to Satoru as she made her way back to the bar to finish getting things ready.

Satoru watched her every move carefully. He found her pleasing to the eye and was fascinated with a Vampire working in a human environment such as this. He intended to find out more about his hostess. He smiled to himself as his eyes remained fixed on her and he spoke softly, "A pleasure indeed."

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The tension was thick enough to cut through with a knife. Róisín glanced back and forth between Dawn and Satoru in amusement. She had never seen Dawn act this way around anyone before, let alone a Vampire. She'd never been one to care about hierarchy. She made a mental note to ask Dawn later the next time they were alone.

"Satoru-Sama, enjoy your night here at Synn City. It was a pleasure meeting you. I shall be making my way downstairs" she said bowing slightly and left the VIP lounge, closing the door behind her. She passed by Chip 'n Dale out in the hall and chuckled at their attempt of intimidating beefiness.

"I wonder what Molly's up to" she thought snickering as she made her way down the staircase.

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Satoru acknowledged Róisín's words with a nod of his head, "Arigatou Róisín-San" he watched as she made her way outside the lounge and his thoughts and eyes made there way back to Dawn. Observing her as she worked behind the bar. He stood up, pulling off his heavy trenchcoat and lay it across the back of a nearby chair that sat across from the sofa and sat back down. He looked back up towards Dawn and she was still working away, her back to him still. She seemed nervous, he wanted to put her at ease somehow.
"Um...Miss." he said, breaking the silence between them. "Dawn is it?" he asked knowing full well that was her name.

Dawn almost shuddered when he spoke. His voice was clear and deep and full of authority. "Yes, it's Dawn sir" she spoke softly as she turned around, avoiding his gaze. "Are you ready to order?" she asked, her tone rising. She was failing at looking professional, that had to change.

"What would you recommend?" he said with a warm smile, sitting forward on the sofa.

"I always recommend O" she replied, matter of factly. "Is that your preference?" Satoru asked, before Dawn could finish.

"Um..yes, it is" Dawn replied, "Sir" she finished with a stammer, almost forgetting her place.

"Then O it is, thank you" Satoru looked at her with a grin, "bring two bottles and two glasses please"

Dawn did a double take at his words. two glasses? she repeated in her head. She didn't quite know how to reply, this was something very unexpected. What was he up to? she thought again before verbalising her thoughts.
"Two glasses sir?" she paused, looking over towards him, "Why two? Are you expecting company?" she asked innocently.

"I sincerely hope so" he replied with a knowing smile, his eyes twinkling.
"Will you care to join me Dawn?" he asked

"Is this a request or a demand" Dawn replied, forgetting her diplomacy for a brief moment.

Satoru frowned at her words, then smiled in amusement. "Please, join me Dawn. I wish to converse with my host."

"As you wish Satoru-Sama" Dawn replied, perceiving it to be her duty. She turned to head back to the bar to warm up the blood. Biting down on her bottom lip.
Why me? she asked herself over and over again.

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"What do you mean, 'What do I mean'?" Demyan asked in return. "Are you asking about the hidden subtext behind my words or the meaning of the words themselves. I shall go with the latter, as the former can have so many possibilities that it is impossible to get to all of them in the short time you will exist."

His eyes moved to the various bottles behind the bar as he spoke, "By asking what is good here, I was asking what is good here. I was asking your opinion, which you could have answered with anything you think is good. By the fact that you are a vampyre, one can assume that you think blood, or TruBlood, is good or darkness is good or walking is good. It doesn't matter if you think that I will think it is good, for I didn't ask you what is good here that you think I will like, I asked you what you think is good here. As for the 'here' part, you could take that as either here as in this bar, or as right now in time, because both are here."

The shapeshifter turned back to the vampyre, "Is that what you were hoping to hear, or was it just some long winded explanation of a question you really had no interest in because you are talking to this beautiful lady--" he motioned to Molly with his left hand "--which, by the way, was the hidden meaning of my engaging you with that question. I was hoping that we could segue into you introducing me to your beautiful friend there."

"Now, my dear," he said, speaking to Molly, "would you mind terribly the getting me a glass of....whatever is good, you pick. And another glass of TruBlood for my friend here--" his nostrils flared as he inhaled "--Type A by the smell of it. And something for yourself if you wish, all on me."

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Mick looked around for anyone who seemed to be looking for someone, but no one was. It seems, he thought sullenly, that this was a very large waste of time. As he got up to leave, glass of gin untouched on the bar, he saw the door to the VIP room open and a female vampyre step out. Róisín, he thought with a half smile. It had been a long time since he had seen her. Mick jerked his head slightly upwards as a sign of greeting.

He sat back down on the bar stool and gave the glass of gin to a random passerby, telling him to enjoy it. Then he snagged a glass of equal size from behind the bar, pulled out a flask from his coat pocket and poured a thick red liquid into the glass.

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Four Gods wait on the windowsill,
Where once eight Gods did war and will,
And if the Gods themselves may die,
What does that say for you and I?

Now, three Gods wait on the windowsill
Where one God's blood was lately spilled
While black tongues lap at the spreading pool
And build the strength they need to rule.

Felix blinked, attempting to slowly register Demyan's words, "Ah...well then...I do not know what I expected to hear. I am just merely confused. As for what is good, life is good for me here in this country, this Bar is very nice and the TruBlood that is provided is excellent. And my beautifully gorgeous friend here is named Molly." He beamed again at Molly, giving another quick wink.