[h1][center][color=FFD700][b]Ahmicqui[/b][/color][/center][/h1]
[h3][center][color=FFD700][b]Las Vegas Strip - Eiffel Tower (Arc Bar)[/b][/color][/center][/h3]
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Ahmicqui paid little thought as he financed Archer’s banquet from one stand to the other. Catching on quickly enough to purchase anything in bulk before the hulking servant could make his servant known. At times making recommendations for curiosities that Archer had yet to experience. The ageless creature tried to maintain some knowledge of human society, even if it had changed so much from the time he had been human. 

[color=FFD700]“Even if your endurance fails, no doubt the rush of battle will clear your head soon enough.” [/color]

Though he questioned if the servant could even get drunk, but that thought was left unspoken for the time being. Ahmicqui made a study of the City of Sin, this would perhaps be the last day in which its flow would remain as it always had been, soon the war would no doubt come to alter it, influence it and eventually redirect it.

He raised an eyebrow at Archer’s question, chuckling softly with a hint of amusement as he contemplated the question with an audible hum. [color=FFD700]“Who can say what whims we are subjected to in the capital of fortune, but I would say one endowed with speed.. They should be the first to reach us should fortune remain impartial.”[/color] He said, leaving his personal bet on what would be considered fortunate unknown.

The Dead Apostle had to raise his sunglasses for a moment, looking with disbelief at the bent shape of the metal tower. Yet that quickly transformed into something of amusement as he laughed with joy. [color=FFD700]“Now! You are already proving to be an interesting one. Archer.”[/color] With a skip to his step, he started to make his way to the twisted spire, to the very foot of it. For the first time in a long time he felt something, excitement, anticipation and a hint of dread. What would they be like, would they be worthy of love? First things first however.

[color=FFD700]“Can I have one of those cups? Yes, that one.. Give me the biggest one you got.”[/color]

Turning away from the sidewalk bar built in the very foot of the metal tower, he offered Archer a plastic cup shaped in the likeness of the tower, its interior hollowed out to contain a milky beverage that was in equal parts sweet and strong with the scent of alcohol. [color=FFD700]“A memento, for a promising start.”[/color] The master flashed a wide grin at the servant before taking a seat at one of the tables. 

Perhaps someone would come if they waited long enough, and if none came, that too would serve him in its own way, if not a disappointing one.