[Center][U] Juan and Damon in Hog’s Head, Evening [/U][/Center]

All Juan could think about was the fact he was very, very late meeting Damon at the bar. Mentally he cursed the effort it took when he stopped to cast that spell. Namely to disperse his essence trail and fool the creature into chasing a far too thin stray cat, the beast rather pissed at his treatment. In addition was the fact Juan had literally dowsed the small beast in a gross mixture of essences, similar to his own, and then set its tail on fire. The last thing he glimpsed was the hot tip of its tail vanished from sight down a soggy alley followed by the echoes of its yowls echoing back. He had to stop a slight, boyish snicker from escaping his lips. 

His good mood had quickly evaporated when he spotted the bank’s digital clock’s time. Juan managed to catch the numbers, 5:30 pm, flashed by until it was replaced by the temperature and the bank’s name. Now he felt like some white, over-sized rabbit from a child’s bedtime story trying to get to his appointment. All he needed was a large waist watch and a petty coat and he had the part in the bag. 

He tuned out his amusement, namely to lighten his mood, off when he turned the corner. Hog’s Head’s sign was flickering into his sight and immediately he picked up the pace. Water puddles splashed, leaping up to soak his pant ends in each step. Juan paused at the door to readjust his cooler and finally walked in. He ignored the stiffness in his body though he knew it was easily spotted, sliding into a bar seat while he determined what shape Damon was currently in. 

Damon always liked free things, and free drinks were no different. He allowed himself to taste the various wines and brews on the tap, trying to dicern their differences. Luckidly Damon's body metabolized the alcohol in such a way that he wouldn't get "Drunk", though he still had to be careful how he drank it. He was all too tempted to simply spill the content of each cup onto his body and absorb it through his skin, which might be okay in his normal form, but not so much while in the guise of a modern Courtier. He had to act like a digified person and not simply gourge himself on the free food, not that he didn't mind. It was nice playing pretend sometimes.

As Damon tried vodka jello shots, he spotted a familiar face enter the bar. He seemed to have his hands full and a bit of a limp. Damon debated if he should go see this person; it would be obvious that his cover would be blown if he merely walked up to this stranger and introduced himself. So Damon had another idea. Leaving his table he walked over to the bar and called for the bartender. [b]"Moloko Plus. Two please."[/b]

Juan blinked when he heard the woman order a Moloko Plus, his head already glanced to the right when he heard her heels clicking the floor and pause at the bar nearby. A slight smirk flirted along his mouth into a slight cheeky, playboy way. Smoothly he leaned toward her side and played cloy a bit, his voice full of velvet. "My, my, sweetness. That's some heavy stuff, don't even think I could handle two myself. Though the name certainly reminds me of a good book. I wonder if you've read it, it's called Clockwork Orange?" 

If this woman was Damon, then it was likely going to be a positive answer. If not, he would've likely recieved a blank look and the gal would've moved on leaving him to ponder where the hell the demon currently was. Or rather whom. For several moments, Juan hung on the woman's next words which he hoped would save him some search time. 

Damon smirked and played around with his drinking straw as Juan came over to flirt. Damon was certain it was Juan since he knew about his drink, but than again, perhaps he was simply an avid reader? Damon decided to play around a bit longer, just to test him. [b]"Just something for a little... [i]Razo horrorshow [/i]. Perhaps you would like a little [i]peet[/i]?"[/b] Damon intentionally didn't answer Juan's question to see if he could keep up with the lingo. He knew it was Juan, but Damon wanted to play a little too. He took a sip of his Moloko Plus, letting a little spill off the corner of his lip. He could taste the cocktail of drugs in the milky beverage.

Juan chuckled. So, it was Damon, namely either testing or messing with him and as much as he wanted to continue this pleasant conversation, time was slipping away. It wouldn't be long before Darius's minion realize they were chasing the wrong tail. Then all hell would've broken loose and the damn beasts would be retracing their steps, catch his scent and come here. A bar wasn't on Juan's to do list and likely one he rather avoid. 

He reached for the other milky colored drink, spiced with a little extra. His smirk never wavered while he pulled into a seat beside the demon's current shape. "Sounds rather lovely, dove. It seems you’re a rather [i]oomny chelloveck[/i] indeed. Though I think it’s time we get to business. Namely before time slips away and this bar turns into a [i]bitva[/i] shortly afterwards. I rather not be around, would you?"

With his free hand securing his bag and cooler, his other held the drink which he motioned for Damon to head away from the bar. Juan didn't like to have ears too close to hear about forecoming events. Namely if they were in need of favor with Darius. The fox's reach came in many forms, ways and never failed to screwed those who showed their ignorance to easily. Once Damon moved Juan would follow him until they reached a nice, out of the way table to speak freely. 

Damon pouted that Juan was in such a hurry, but he supposed that they would have to bond over drinks later. Perhaps after they finish whatever it is he was called here for. When Juan motioned for Damon to follow he did so, but latching onto Juan's arm as though the two were a pair of lovers. This also allowed Damon to slip Crow's business card into Juan's pocket subtly, without anyone really noticing except Juan of course. Damon had a copy of what was on the card so he didn't need it anymore.

Damon and Juan soon found themselves at a private booth well out of the way of the common rabble in the Hog's Head. Wasn't exactly high class, but it was quiet and out of the way. Damon remained in his disguised form and still as sultry as before, however he understood that it was time for work, so he kept a professional stance as they sat. Quickly Damon filled Juan in with the deal he made with Crow, the price for Crow's assistance, and other information that otherwise couldn't be fortold by Crow's business card. [b]"Now than, what exactly do you need me for? Surely not to simply find your a place to stay to cool your head. You could have done that yourself. Most people don't call me unless I... Could be [i]polezny[/i], you know."[/b]

Juan won't lie. He always enjoyed a pretty girl, or boy, on his arm and his insides warmed at the touch. His chest couldn't help puffing out a little higher as they approached an out of the way place and settled down. In minutes he was completely up date while his fingers fiddled around with the cooler, sat down on the table, his bag gently set aside in the booth end closest to the wall. Juan admited he was slight worried Damon so easily made the deal. Everything had strings attached and Crow, likely, wasn't any different then even Darius himself. After all, the former casino owner had similar beginnings before he rose into the ranks and demons, or angels, like that were usually the most dangerous. 

However any farther brooding was scattered when Damon's curiosity, rightly so, kicked in. Juan blinked then sighed. "By the way, you know you're cute when you pout, [i]sakar[/i]. And, yes, it's not just to cool my head. The main reason I need your help is to retrieve my [i]rabbit[/i] before too much time has passed, namely since I've gotten rather attached to him. I've been watching and studying his little blood line for over two hundred years. All my blood, sweat,and literal essence has went into it and would hate for it to die because of something rather [i]gloopy[/i]." 

Juan took a swallow of his drink, the milk seemed to curdle in his throat before it glided downwards and he continued. "The thing up your alley, dear, is rather simple. You'll be helping me get my [i]rabbit[/i] back by keeping Darius's less then understanding 'employees' off my back while I get him. Also playing chasso, something I think you'll enjoy very much. They aren't going to let me walk out of there with him and I'll be too busy lugging his ass out. Does that help?" 
 
 Damon thought about it. It was certainly a simple thing to do, but somehow Damon knew that things weren't going to be so simple. Any fool could cause a distraction, and Damon didn't exactly make a career with bodyguarding. However he owed Juan a favor, so he figured he could improvise. He'll just need to know a few more things. [b]"Alright, just a few more questions. When is this going to go down, and where it is happening? And how exactly do you want me to deal with Darius' workers? I was thinking something rather.... [i]Zammechat[/i], savvy? A little light show here, some noise there. "[/b]

Juan nodded, rather relieved the shapeshifter wasn't going question the gravity or danger of this mission. Darius was among the few demons he didn't like the idea of messing with. Namely cause many often simply...vanished. Juan shook off his shudder and returned to the matter at hand, his posture relaxed again to the conversation. He leaned his torso into the table and slide his glass to the side. 

"Bluntly. My [i]rabbit[/i] is at Darius's place," Juan said, his hand slipped a napkin in his hand and held it there in the grip, the finger traced the table several times. "He's hidden in the guest house, in a secret room and the only way is into a mirror entrance. It requires a key puzzle to be solved, which if you don't know it, you'll set off more alarms then you can count.The sooner this happens, the better so likely tomorrow morning. I'll inform our 'little' friend about the details." 

Juan released his grip on the napkin, letting it settle flat on the table, while he leaned back. A slight burnt smell lingered where his finger had been playing along the surface, leaving little...markings on the surface. His hand raised his glass to his lips and took a deep swallow, nearly drained it all, then clicked it back down. "As for Darius's workers. They aren't what they seem and considering I rather not draw attention to the fact I'm there, you can be as [i]Zammechat[/i] as you like. Namely keep them from the guest house is important. It won't be easy dragging my [i]rabbit[/i] out and he'll be nothing more then dead weight." 

Damon smiled cheekidly as Juan explained the bare bones of the plan. Damon was to be the distraction while Juan went to save his rabbit. Simple enough, and better still that Damon can be as flashy as he needs to be. Which is to say, he can do that quite well. All he needs to do is reveal his name and he'll have the destraction he's looking for. [b]"Excellent. I know what I'll need to do than. I'll just need to make a few more calls, drop off a message, and it should be ready by tommarow. Is there anything else you'd like, my [i]Sladky[/i]?"[/b] Damon took a sip of his own drinking, picking up the napkin to wipe the corner of his cheek before problay absorbing it into his hand. Damon noticed a... Message when the napkin was absorbed into his body.

The message had two parts. The directions to Darius's mansion had been on the napkin and thus well absorbed into Damon where no other could easily gain it. Any proof Juan had been the one to reveal it was already gone. The table surface however had more personal and heartfelt warning burned into its wood: 

[i]Try not to get hurt or caught in a corner, dove.[/i] Followed by a heart shape blacked out beside it. 

"Well, I think it's time for us to conclude our business then?" Juan asked, his tone seemed to hint to what most would assume led to a long, night of entertainment. 

Damon merely smiled as he stood up from the table alongside Juan. He latched onto his arm and held his body close to his. [b]"Oh definately. Why don't we go do a bit of, [i]lubbilubbing[/i]?"[/b] Damon couldn't help but burst into small laughter saying that. Now he was just trying too hard. Still he tugged at Juan as he wanted to go show him where Crow set them up at.

"Now you're just being [i]Hound and Horny[/i], [i]sakar[/i]. Still cute." Juan shook his head a bit, enjoying the flirting and pillow talk. "Been a while since I've had a little [i]pol[/i] after all. We'll see what happens love."

With that they left the bar.