[hr] [center][h1][b][img]https://txt-dynamic.static.1001fonts.net/txt/b3RmLjg4LmJiNmUwYy5WbTk1ZENCVWFHVWdSM1Z1YzJ4cGJtZGxjZywsLjEA/go-2-old-western.regular.png[/img][/b][/h1] [img]https://i.imgur.com/DhO9jwL.png[/img][/center] [hr] Isabella stared at his bike for a good half a minute. [colour=Silver][i]Fuck this, I can't do this sober… [/i][/colour] Hopefully there was a decent place to get a drink around here… [hr][b][code]Zun - Airport Bar[/code][/b][hr] Isabella strode into the airport bar and made sure to grab some vodka asap. The kids weren't likely to find him in this part of the airport, at least... Voyt sat as inconspicuous as he was capable of at the bar, hat sitting low over his face. Though he had opted for more casual attire so as to not draw unneeded attention on himself he did keep the stetson and his boots, chances are most would just figure him for some tourist anyhow. He was enjoying the relative emptiness of the bar compared to the rest of the airport until the stride of Izzy interrupted his brooding. Without making it overly obvious he glanced at his new drinking partner, even for Nomad standards Voyt found him to look odd, the frenzied snow white hair that stretched all the way down to his legs along with the confident familiar stride made it clear to Voyt he was no ordinary fighter out today for the tournament. Still, the gunslinger was content to ignore until the man took a seat next to him and ordered a vodka. Quiet but with an unmistakable sternness to his tone, Voyt shifted his shot glass of Daniels in his hand and spoke. [colour=DarkOrange]“Plenty of seats in here.”[/colour] [colour=Silver]“You gonna shoot me, cowboy?”[/colour] Isabella asked smugly before downing his drink. Looked like the kind of person Jill might get along with. [colour=DarkOrange]“Wasn’t planning on it”[/colour] Voyt replied, taking a sip of his own drink. [colour=DarkOrange]“But it’s early yet.”[/colour] he added. He looked up at the T.V on mute, continuing to provide ongoing details about the unchanged situation, the tournament remained cancelled. [colour=DarkOrange]“Were you planning on competing?”[/colour] He asked the long haired man, though keeping his eyes forward and his face obscured by the brim of his hat. [colour=Silver]“Wasn’t exactly eager myself,”[/colour] the half-demon answered. [colour=Silver]“But yeah, guess you could say it’s part of the job. I’m sure they’re throwing a fit over it right now...”[/colour] He let out a short, weary laugh and ordered another drink. He made sure to take it a bit more slowly this time. [colour=DarkOrange]“Better than competing solely for a trophy I suppose”[/colour] Voyt replied. He took another sip from his glass and held it in both hands, nursing his drink compared to Izzy. [colour=DarkOrange]“I was here on business too, of course the tournament being cancelled has seemed to mess with my departure plans”[/colour] Voyt deftly downed the rest of his drink. Tapping his fingers on the table to signal for another to the bartender. [colour=Silver]“Heh, I wish I could get the hell out of here, too…”[/colour] The Rider admitted. [colour=Silver]“Still got some business here, though…”[/colour] He stared into his glass for a moment, then took another sip. [colour=Silver]“Though I guess there’s not much to look forward to back home, either… What kind of business has you out here?”[/colour] [colour=DarkOrange]“Construction.”[/colour] Voyt said as his next drink was placed in front of him. [colour=DarkOrange]“I don’t do anything important really, just get sent anywhere around the globe to hand out changes made on a clients whim and make sure they’re followed before heading back to the execs. Filler job honestly but work is work.”[/colour] Voyt calmly repeated a cover he’d used many times before, it was mundane while making sense. That suited him. [colour=DarkOrange]“Yourself?”[/colour] He asked Izzy as he began working on his new drink. [colour=Silver]“Official term for it is ‘Nomadic Entertainment’ last time I checked…”[/colour] Isabella said with a frown. [colour=Silver]“Used to hang around with SHINING back when it was just getting off the ground, believe it or not. Now they keep me around to prop up the new kids…”[/colour] He took another sip. [colour=Silver]“Among other things… Considered leaving, but I don’t think there’s much better for someone like me.”[/colour] Voyt looked ahead quietly as he took a larger swig of his drink. [colour=DarkOrange]“Work is work like I said,”[/colour] he repeated after a moment. [colour=DarkOrange]“Can’t say how it’d be to have it broadcasted admittedly but if you’re skilled at somethin’ might as well get paid for it. That’s the way I look at it anyway.”[/colour] [colour=Silver]“That’s how I used to think of it,”[/colour] The half-demon agreed. [colour=Silver]“But I have to admit it’s getting tougher to keep thinking that way.”[/colour] [colour=DarkOrange]“You have to I guess”[/colour] Voyt replied with a shrug. [colour=DarkOrange]“Otherwise you risk looking back on things with doubt. I’m not sure I wanna know where it could end up from there.”[/colour] [colour=Silver]“I think I’ve already found out,”[/colour] Izzy admitted, coldly staring forwards for a moment. [colour=Silver]“But I’ll have to see-”[/colour] He felt his phone buzz in his pocket. Well then… The Rider finished his drink and paid his bill. [colour=Silver]“I’ve got some business I need to take care of,”[/colour] Isabella said as he stood up. [colour=Silver]“Was fun chatting. See you, cowboy…”[/colour] He strode outside and got back on his bike. Time to get to work… Voyt didn’t reply, instead raising his glass slightly at Isabella as he got up to leave. [colour=DarkOrange][I]’Justice Rider… Hrn, go figures’[/I][/colour] Voyt thought to himself, downing the rest of his drink. Wherever his pilot was he’d better show his face, and soon...