An Odd Assortment [Beis, Draco, Open?]

[darkest]

Artemis Entreri was walking around the slums of Midgar randomly, searching for a place with a dual purpose. One, to give him some work to take his mind off of current matters. Two, to get something to drink. He needed something to whet his thirst, and the other reason...

He thought back to the man who threatened his very existence simply by speaking his mind, and telling the man flat out his way was the wrong one. Then beating him to show it firsthand. It irked Entreri severely to think that this practical paladin could beat he who trained daily to keep up with the demands of his line of work.

It was an impossibility he cared not to dwell on. So, Artemis Entreri walked into the first bar he found. It happened to be 7th Heaven, or so the sign said. Looking around, he noticed it was rather small. The smallest of places sometimes conceal the most vindictive types. They happened to be quite good business.

Entreri saw an open spot and was seated. He wasn't about to call the bartender over simply to serve him, so he decided to wait. He noticed someone seated beside him but made no move to start conversation. Usually, someone else started conversation with him. And when they did, he would reply nonchalantly. It was a repetition that he had savored.

But no longer. The repetition that he had so loved was cruelly taken from him by the challenger he so hated to his very core. The paladin had thrust him into a perspective where he was not in control, and that was unacceptable. There was nothing that Artemis Entreri hated more than the control he so coveted being stolen.

Sighing, Entreri waved the bartender over. It would be a long day today, and he was not quite certain he was looking forward to it.
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Word Count: 315
XP: 63

[draco]

*Draco had been traveling again, he moved like the wind. No purpose, just floating where ever he felt, no one stopped him. Something did stop him though, a lack of something actually. Money. He needed some more if he wanted to continue his blissful travels so he was in the slums of some town he didn't care enough to notice the name, and found a bar that seemed to have a steady flow of customers. He was completely covered in his gear, and had his collar over his mouth, bandanna on his head, and a hood up. Ever since he had seemed to master his feelings in this quarter form. So all that was showing was his red and black eyes.*

* He had followed this man who seemed to trudge in. He just had this slumped look to him. Then again with Draco's heightened observation he could just have poor posture. He saw the man take a seat, as Draco moved laterally from the door against the wall, taking a threatening pose towards the corner. This was his normal routine, look as bad ass as possible so if any one who needs a job done would come to him. This also kept the people who needed meager jobs away, because they wouldn't want to confront someone who looked so menacing as Draco did.*

*After taking up his position, standing still as a statue, part way leaning against the wall, he noticed the same man he had followed in. He didn't motion the bar tender at first. The man seemed to look to both sides as though looking for someone. The man not finding what he was looking for sagged a little and then called the bar tender over*
{Maybe he needs a job done...}
~I don't know, he could just be meeting a friend here~
{We could be a friend}
~You? Not wanting to kill someone? What's a matter with you today?~
{He looks like a friend with deep pockets}
~I hate you~
*Draco stood there for a few more minutes, hoping someone had a job for him. Every now and then looking at the man*
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WC:363
Exp:36.3