[center][h3][color=silver]♤ Darius M Cain ♤[/color][/h3]
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[sub][h3][u][b]Time[/b][/u][/h3][h3]Day 3~ 3 P.M. [/h3][h3][u][b]Location[/b][/u][/h3][h3] Nightclub, Entertainment District in Ominar 
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Either Cortes had skin of fur or pure ice as he stood against the frigid glare Masha gave him, seemingly unfazed by the reaction to his antics. Darius doubted the man found the woman much of a threat, but he was confident that would change. His eyes were still fixed on the Eximius that had walked through the very club doors causing his eyes to tighten, the only tell he gave to his confusion, before he felt Masha’s hand brush his arm. 

It took all his will not to flinch away at the touch. 

With such affectionate actions, he often expected a pocket knife to swiftly follow it. His attention jerked into her direction on instinct, finding her unaware of his reaction and already focused on her first parton. He wanted to warn her to tread carefully. Few individuals ever pissed off a powerful Licenti and were found bragging about it. 

Thankfully, nothing happened. The woman seemed distracted or otherwise preoccupied with another matter that she didn’t seem to hear Masha. He gradually relaxed and settled back into his chair. His attention focused on Cortes but his whisper was to Masha herself,[color=silver] “Careful. She’s reached her final stage and very dangerous.”[/color] 

He covered his whisper with a paw extended upward to order a different drink. This time a scotch then held it idly in his paws. His senses, trained thanks to his time sitting in a room filled with vipers, extended to keep himself alert. Anything happened, he would be among the first to note it and react.  

[center]~~| About 4 P.M. |~~[/center] 

During the hour or so, Ms. Sane had managed to make her way to the bar. She sat and chatted with the male bartender, her figure became overly comfortable in the setting. His eyes darted to the nearest clock to note over an hour had passed. It was time for him to leave as he still much to do today. 

Casually he rose to his feet, his scotch gone, then turned to Masha. If they had been alone, he might’ve actually taken her hand and gently kiss it upon the back in a gentleman's fashion. Sadly appearances had to be kept up. He bowed instead, his eyes never leaving hers, when he spoke,[color=silver] “I’ll leave you two to settled and get to work. I expect to see things starting to improve within the upcoming week, specifically customers filling out vacancies. Have a good evening.”[/color]