Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-11588669-20131029012632/@comment-11588669-20131114234755

Once they were all inside, Nox divested of his armor, dropping it into a heap. The dark eyed teen sighed gratefully as he sunk into a couch. Tristan didn't say a word that the couch was insanely expensive, and that the teen was getting blood on it. He was just glad to be alive.

Nox looked at Tianee, his face twisted up in wry amusement.

"Why is it, that whenever we're on a mission, I get hurt?" He teased. "I mean, last time broke a couple ribs, this time was right next to a type-2 bomb." Chuckling, he sighed as a waiter placed a mug of what looked like hot choclate in front of him. The mercenary sniffed it, then nodded. There was a hint of alcohol, most likely a smooth burbon. Just what he needed. A deep drought was pulled into his mouth, and he sighed after swallowing.

Drinking was a secret of his. He rarely did it, only under certain circumstances. This was one of them.

His hands set the mug down, and midnight eyes looked at Idina. Raising an eyebrow at her rather revealing dress, he locked eyes with her.

"I have to ask, Miss Caliber, as to why you are here? Not that I don't appreciate the help, but aren't you supposed to be with the others from CIST?" He asked professionally. There was no hint of personal feeling. It was totally detatched. Which was good. He was getting out of practice of that. Though, having a girlfriend tended to do that to someone.

As these thoughts passed through his head, he took another sip of his drink, and waited.