[Outlaw Warehouse
Boston, USA
Lucien Lothringen, Defender of the Light and Seina, The Pontiff of Order]

[color=B22222] "Did someone mention free drinks?" [/color] 

A man stood, both with his disheveled appearance and crude, yet not without respect, tone of voice. Someone who didn't look like he seemed comfortable standing within a single place. However, a man without honor was not really a man at all, and the [url=http://i.imgur.com/LlKbyZJ.jpg] Defender of the Light [/url], Lucien Lothringen, was a man who was bound by his own honor and the self-proclaimed fastest flame haze.  Not exactly a curse, nor a blessing, but if the Defender of the Light was to say something, he would do his all to make sure his word isn't simply fluff in the wind. 

On the man's face was a grin. Within standard context, the Defender of Light was definitely a man that would prefer to smile over anything else. Even during combat, he was the sort of man to be able to give a warm greeting to an opponent and slay them merely moments later. After all, as someone who had been paid to kill, he wasn't one to believe that you should despise the person you  were to kill, unless they had wronged you at some point. 

Perhaps it could be said that the grin was more likely to shed blood than break bread, but within the context of the current meeting, Lucien was definitely not against being friendly with his fellow flame haze. After all, they weren't his enemy. 

[color=B22222] "Can't say I can really turn down a good drink. Double if it is not my wallet paying for it." [/color]

However, perhaps his Crimson Lord, The Pontiff of Order, didn't exactly care for these sorts of instances. After all, to make an irrational promise and keep it true throughout the entirety of the "contract" would likely lessen the overall success rate of the given instance. And the Pontiff of Order was someone who only cared about the results over anything else. 

If anything, The Defender of the Light's actions were silly at best, self-destruction at worst. Which concerned the Pontiff of Order, as it would be a shame to lose someone who's skill with the spear and prowess in defeating the opponents of the Flame Haze were to lose himself in something as silly as a bet. She would continue to watch the "boy" as long as the contract they shared remained.

But for the time being at least, Lucien was satisfied with his drinks. 

[color=B22222] "The only thing better than a few drinks is the smile of a cute girl, I always say! Wouldn't you agree? Gahahaha~!" [/color]

Proclaimed to no one in particular, Lucien might have been enjoying himself a bit too much...