[tavern floor]

"The biggest baddest monster you can!"
He exclaims with a daring challenge. He sits on the edge of his seat eagerly awaiting. His mind anticipating some amazing things.

[Upstairs]

Up the stairs in the quiet of the hall, Paisley encountered a handful of strong aromas. Some floral, others of husk and spice. She'd rounded a corner, just past the first corridor and saw a tall man wiping his hands free of animal fat, which undoubtedly was drenched in the scents portrayed. Green eyes met the rather intense blue of one of the quietest customers of the Tavern, one who had been around for a year without as much as a peep.

His bills, as @Dark Light Dorian would note, were always paid in full, on time, and the scents were never foul enough to raise suspision (unlike the skunk-like trail that weed left through the halls). The apron he'd wiped his hands upon rested untidily at his waist, tied from front to back and front again. The vampire stared, a bit awestruck from the stanger's appearance, how strong the beat of his heart was. His blood must have been as warm as a summer day...

Grier however, was unimpressed. The scent of death wreaked havoc on his senses. He did not speak, but his fair blue eyes shone with disdain, his lips pinned in a tight line. He moved past her without a word and went down the stairs into public eye, running a hand once through his hair, the scented fat creating a makeshift gel. He moved near the bar and gave @Snarfulblast Snarf a kind look. Perhaps they were familiar with each other. One of the rare faces that the bartender might have kept a quiet secret.

"I'd like a bottle of white wine, I have a few glasses upstairs," He spoke with a crack. It was clear he hadn't spoken in days, if not weeks. Months?

Paisley stood there, a hand over dead heart, frozen in the hallway for a moment more before all brooding feelings were shaken. What a strange man. Of course, this was the oddest tavern she'd been at in some time. And with much intent she looked both ways and tried the door to his room, gathering the remnants of his craft on the handle.

"Oh," she voiced her disgust, but hadn't anywhere to smear it. Instead, she tried again. Locked. Oh well. She'd pick the key from him someday, or wedge her way in through his interests. There was a scent in there which reminded her of the thirst that never truly went away. It sated it, and quite frankly, Paisley needed it. Instead, she moved into an empty room. The curtains were drawn, elegant gown dropped and the blankets pulled over her head... It was then that Paisley slept.

*Behind the bar*
@tigerchuffs"One bottle of white wine."Snarf hands the man a bottle of white wine.

[Tavern]

Willow closes her eyes and concentrates. In front of them, a large gargoyle starts to form. It was it's natural colors and looked nearly real from the texture of it's belly to the saliva dripping from it's mouth.
"There," She saying turning to Arlen @Dark Light.

He watches the gargoyle form, clearly impressed. He reaches out to swipe a hand through it. "Awesome! Haha"
Hearing the door open he spins to see the newcomers. Watching them take a seat at the back he waves them over to a seat near himself and Willow.
@SkeletonShadow@Snarfulblast

*Inside first floor*
@SkeletonShadow@Dark Light"Lucas the young man wants us to go sit with him. Can I go please?" Lilly is already sitting at Arlen's table when she asks Lucas."Hi I'm Lilly, and thats my husband Lucas."

"Yeah sure, you stay over there I'll go get us a room.",Lucas walks over to Willow,"Hey how much for a room?"

"Is your husband some sort of dog man?"
Arlen curiously asks Lilly in a hush tone.

"My name's Arlen, pleasure to meet you!" His hand reaches out in greeting as he flashes a welcoming smile.

@Dark Light"Why yes he is, and he is so amazing.", She looks at Lucas with a dreamy look in her eyes. She lets out a sigh.

@Snarfulblast Devil looked at the business card that dame had handed him "Weel as they say thaur ur mair imps in th' lava pits" he said to himself as he stuffed the business card into his shirt pocket but as he looked around the bar he noticed a new pray "Weel weel looks loch mah hunt ainae ower yit" he said lustfully as his grin as if it where possible seemed to have widened at the sight of Lily.

Quickly adjusting his the base guitar on his back. he stepped up from his stool and sauntered over to here Lily "Say bairn ye swatch sae hot Ah am bonnie sure Ah coods roest mah meat oan ye, lassie" he said with the charisma of an cockroach

@CandiBarr The silence of the bathroom was getting awkward but Luckily it was broken by Lilith who asked him a question "I didn't come up with the name, A buddy of mine did back when i first tested it out" taking quick drag of his cigarette "i took single hit of it then i just blacked out, and when i came back to consciousnesses he told me that i had spoken in tongues, tried climbing on the ceiling, then i projectile vomited so fucking hard i broke a window with my puke it was like fucking Lucifer had possessed me or something he said, then suddenly he told me had come up with a name for it 'El Diablo'S Drogas' which mean The Devil's Drugs"

@Billsomething"And I will kindly ask you to keep your bad pick up lines to yourself because I am taken.",She flashes Devil her hand which has her wedding band on it."So please go away."

@Snarfulblast despite the flashing of Lily's wedding band it didn't stop Devil "Oh a merrit dam" he stepped closer to her "But aw serioosly whit he doesnae ken willnae hurt heem sae hoo abit we gang back tae mah room, knock some bitts an' than be back haur yoo're guidman will ne'er ken" Devil said as he leans in closer to Lily but stopped when he felt someone tap him on the shoulder

"Gang awa'" he said not even looking back but the tapping didn't stop, so devil turned around to look at the distraction "Fur buck sake cannae ye see Ah am in th' middle ay somethin' ye feckin' bellend"

@Billsomething"Hey mate, thats my wife your trying to chat up.",Lucas keeps tapping until Devil turns around. He then proceeds to punch him in the face."So keep away."

Grier paused from taking the white wine that was set on the table. He turned to stare at Willow's @SkeletonShadow creation. With one last wipe of his hands against waist apron, fingers found the neck of the bottle and he took it against his own hip, thoughtful but disappointingly expressionless.

"I thank you," he bade @Snarfulblast Snarf a kindness, and paid his own tab rather than dredging into Sophia's. He may or may not have heard it through the thin cracks of sturdy wood floors and insulation.

He hummed a thought, moved over near Willow and stared at her creation. Whatever perfume and soaps she wore laced his tongue, his nose picked and separated everything so minutely. That was one of the advantages (read: disadvantages) of being a were-creature. A wolf of the woods.

"Interesting," he hummed and spoke to the gargoyle. "Are you sentient, or a fool?" He turned an unending, intense gaze to the witchy woman. "Do you have a soul that you use to create a living creature?"

[Tavern]

The gargoyle didn't do anything. He simply stood, drooling onto the ground. Willow turned to the man, @tigerchuffs "He's not real, just an illusion," she explain, her hair turning to a deep blue color.

[Tavern]

@SkeletonShadow

There was a disappointed sound which resonated from the tall man. He twisted the bottle against where it rested, finally bringing it across his chest with a cross of arms. "Ah."

... Was that it? Grier wasn't much for words. His curiosity was sated. Instead, he lingered, wondering how an illusion could have a scent. Her magic must have covered more senses than sight alone. The maintenance man moved over to a small wooden box labeled 'Fixes and Suggestions' using a key that was tucked down buttoned shirt to open the lock.

This properly introduced the mystery man. He was always in the background doing repairs. It made plenty of sense then, why he'd descended the stairs and hadn't been seen entering the Tavern. He sifted through the suggestions and carefully folded what was important. He then crumpled what was not and stuffed it down a pocket of dark pants. He snorted. Different lights? There was nothing wrong with what they had now.

[Tavern]

Willow coughed awkwardly and waved the creature away and got up. She walked back to her room.

Mithias the vampire walked down the steps, passing Willow on her way up. He had been asleep upstairs until of course most daylight creatures would be turning in. In his hand, he clutched a psychology book, which he propped up on one of the tables as he took a seat in the bar area.