((More'n good enough! Always a pleasure to have a new drinking buddy.
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Solais growled with agitation. Wandering was getting him nowhere but more lost, and was seeming like a waste of time more than anything. Twice since leaving the ruins of the last establishment, poor fools had tried to pick his pocket, only to find their oh-so-nimble fingers removed by a far more nimble dagger, and their own pockets picked in return as they lay screaming on the ground. True, he'd managed to nearly double what he had, money-wise, but still, this wasn't what he was after; he wanted to get drunk, dammit! He pushed his way through the crowd a little further, then stopped with a loud growl of exasperation. Every bar in the damned place looked the exact same! He quirked his head to one side, hearing what sounded like someone squealing in pain through a nearby door, and grinned. He doubted if he should...after all, pain usually meant toughs, and where there were badasses, there were bounty hunters...but how could he possibly deny the possibility of more fun? "Fine. You're lucky number four. Ready or not..." He pushed through the door.
He wandered in, drawing stares from several, and a few snickers...which stalled as, out of nowhere, it seemed, he pulled his trusty sickle, having anticipated trouble from outside. Many eyes averted quickly, seeing the huge weapon slung so casually across his shoulders, though others seemed to take it as a challenge. That was fine. Let them come, if they were foolish enough, just so long as he got his drinks in first. He looked around, and spotted himself a stool at the bar near the wall, with a slumped creature that looked like the bastard child of a vole and a man. He wandered over and grinned down at the creature's drunk gaze, pointing at himself, then at the stool. "Me, plus this spot, plus drinks, equals a good time." He put his hand on the thing's shoulder, then lifted and tossed him out of the chair as though he'd done little more than toss a rag. "You, my friend, do not fit into that equation at all, so move." He took the newly vacated seat, grinning savagely at the alien's failed attempts to rise or take his seat back.
As soon as he lost interest in the being, the demon took a simple look around the bar. Most of the inhabitants looked about as dangerous as week-old puppies, but he saw no bounty hunters...which was probably a good thing, considering the bounty posters outside the bar...and every other establishment on the planet. If there were any, at any rate, they hadn't made any move to acknowledge him as a mark yet. His gaze stopped at the lovely girl sitting at the bar a ways down from him. He gave a small grin, his violet and crimson eyes flashing as he looked her up and down, clearly liking what he saw. The lab coat did nothing to hide her body. Somehow though, maybe because of her skirt, maybe the expression that face of hers held, he figured that hiding herself from others wasn't the first thing on her mind. And judging by the fact that most around her kept a wary distance, he was willing to bet that it was because she didn't have to hide. Why hide when you could fight, after all?
Solais raised his hand and slammed it down on the bar, drawing the tender's attention. "I want you to take a glass, keep, and I want you to fill it with the meanest drink you've got." He was apparently used to hearing such orders, as he set about making the drink without question or answer. Soon, a glass was placed in front of the nightmare, seeming to glow a sickly orange, looking as though it might melt through the glass itself if left alone long enough. Solais traded credit for drink, and took half the glass in an easy slug, placing the glass back on the bar with an appreciative gasp of air. "Yeahhhhh....now THAT'S a mean drink. When you see it run empty....you know what to do."
Now that he had his drink, he rose from the stool he occupied and quickly took a vacant seat next to the lovely girl he'd spied earlier. Simple small-talk for now. If she decided she didn't want his attentions, he was fairly sure he could rectify the situation in his favor later, but for now, why not simply enjoy his drink? "So then...not often you find someone pretty as you drinking by herself in a place like this. You don't really fit in, you know...you're clearly not the kind of person to visit a place like this. So? What's your story?"