[color=gold][h2][center]Delvin Crawford[/center][/h2][/color]
	A long moment passed before Delvin's presence was answered, and by a suited jackalope, no less.  Today was a day, that was for sure.  He knew about another one that worked here, a female of a similar build, but he had never seen the apparent brother.  As the mammal spoke up, the avian was quick to reply.  [color=gold]"Your boss sent me and a few others out to scrap up a TV.  Just leave it behind the bar, he knows who to pay.  We've already talked, caught him out on his 'errand,' we'll call it."[/color]  He pulled over an ash tray and flicked his cigarette, then returned it to the side of his beak while the bartender spoke.  His eyes drifted to the nametag pinned to the mammal's chest, taking a moment to pick apart what was probably the most complicated font he'd ever seen.  He was snapped out of this trance by Ansel's quip, and fell right into his glare.  The raven's amber eyes met the violet ones of the man behind the bar, and he couldn't help but crack a slight grin.  He returned the coffin nail to his fingers before he spoke.  [color=gold]"Got any Irish Whiskey back there?"[/color]  He stole a quick glance at the wall behind the counter, looking for his requested drink.  He waited a moment for Ansel to set to work, then spoke up once again.  [color=gold]"Hey, you wouldn't happen to have a sister, would ya?  Goes by Kait, spittin' image of ya?  Is a waitress here?"[/color]  Delvin then went on to return the cigarette to his beak, his eyes darting around the room, looking for anything suspicious.

	[@Hawlin]