[center][color=0072bc][h3]Jackson Hurley: AKA Slingshot [/h3][/color][/center]

[i][u]May 5th, 2012 | 22:55:18[/u][/i]
[u]Location: The Rum House, Manhattan, New York City[/u]

[u]Interactions: [@Almalthia], [@chain], [@Draku69] [@sewer rat] [@jorcool][/u]

The noise of the engine died down as Jackson removed the keys from his bike. He parked in the back alley near a rather wicked motorcycle. Not American-Made, but a rather slick beast. The tired man unclipped the somewhat large metal case hanging off the back, replacing the space with his black, custom motorcycle helmet. He sighed as he walked back out onto the sidewalk. A show just let out down the street, so a rather strange assortment of theater patrons were creating a little extra traffic. Jackson checked the sign outside of the bar, and then looked back at his phone. "[color=a2d39c]Guess she is trying to keep a low profile.[/color]" Jackson kept his head down as he made his way into the small bar.

The sight before him was not entirely what he was expecting. The motley crew occupying various parts of the bar both intrigued and perplexed him. Regardless, Jackson made his way towards the bar counter, taking the first empty seat he could get to. He settled himself in next to Blade. He slowly set down his case, a rather oblong case that a few in the bar with military training would recognize as a gun-case, but to others could be confused as some sort of stored instrument. He readjusted the SIG on his side as he sat down, making it relatively clear he was armed. He was in a bar with a few powered individuals: he needed to show he wasn't messing around entirely.

He gave a small smile towards the woman behind the bar. "[color=a2d39c]Tito's, double... keep it neat... please.[/color]" He then scanned over his fellow patrons, his eyes locking on a certain Dhampir next to him. Jackson kept his gaze focused on Blade for a few VERY uncomfortable seconds before giving a small smile and turning his gaze to the countertop. "[color=a2d39c]Should have bought a lottery ticket. I didn't realize everyone would all be in the same place at once.[/color]" His eyes then darted between the robed man, the mercenary Jackson could have sworn looked a little familiar, and the weird metalhead rocker, raising his eyebrows but holding back what he really wanted to say. Best not insult everyone so early on.