Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-6975131-20130928221634/@comment-11588669-20131001034707

His footsteps are almost non-existant as he approaches the bar. To others, it's a place to drink away their sorrows or celebrate a good time. For him, it resembles home.

Nox reaches for the door, and stops. The hairs on the back of his neck stand up, and he feels someone's eyes on him. He grins.

If they want to get him, they'd have to go through the bars bouncers, Cobalt, and then Nox himself.

Shrugging, he pushed open the door and strode on through. He nods to the current bouncer on duty, and few patrons stare at the mercenary. It's become almost commenplace for him to walk in armed.

Though, it did give a few of the new help a heart attack. That was pretty funny.

The blue haired teen walks up to the bar, and sets his equipment down. Turning to his friend, and almost Uncle, he begins to fill him in on how the contract was going.