Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-11588669-20131011025520/@comment-11588669-20131014032325

He chuckled softly, and looked at the bar. A single bouncer stood outside, arms crossed in the usual gesture. But his attire was different. Where most wore suits, or tight muscle shirts, Cobalt has his employees were military grade ballistic weave. The man was paranoid about who he hired as well: all ex-military, mostly ex-special forces as well.

Nox nodded to the man, opened the door, and smiled. The bar was much more spacious on the interior. A wall to wall bar that was stocked with alcohol led down to a dance floor, and tables that framed it. A hallway in the back split two ways: on the left were restrooms, and on the right were stairs that lead up to the apartmen that the two brothers lived in.

The establishment was more akin to a club than a tavern. But to Nox, it was more comforting.

He finally answered her question with one word.

"Home."

The sound of his name made the merc turn towards the bar, and remove his helmet. Smiling at the man attending it, Nox turned to Tianee.

"So, want to meet a really good friend?"