Astley walks out of the hospital where he works with a small cooler in his hand. He takes it from his house so as to not cause suspicion among the humans. Donated human blood is never as good as fresh teenage blood but it lets him survive. He looks rather inconspicuous as he walks still in his work outfit. Which is good for him, since his real self would stand out like a sore thumb. He passes through some areas including the one that scorn had painted. He pauses momentarily to admire it before continuing his walk. He starts whistling as he goes. What isn't noticble is that he is looking around as he goes to make sure he won't be attacked by fellow pixies or some other species that mistakes him for a meal.

@BlackPanther

She didn't know if it was because of the way she said it or because of their exchange being so short, but Nejmah could tell there was sadness in Abel's stunning blue eyes. She instantly bit her lip nervously, afraid that she had done something to make him feel bad. But this feeling was short-lived, because after seemingly trying to gather up the courage to say something to her, Abel said he wanted to buy the books for her.

"Oh no, that's really not necessary," Nejmah said, taking the book from his hand. "Thank you so much for the offer anyway."

Abel pulled out a sharpie from his pocket and wrote his number under the tattoo of his name. His gentle touch was a contrast to his strong , and it sent tingles down Nejmah's body in a way no other man had before. "I'd...id really like to see you again. So, here's my cell." Abel told her with another slightly embarrassed and nervous smile.

Nejmah's face turned scarlet again, and the words that came out of her mouth were said in an impulsive rush and out of dying curiosity to get to know the man better. "Actually, today is my day off and I have no plans, so if you're available maybe we can do something later?"

'Oh dear... Did I really just basically ask a guy out on a date?!' she thought, instantly embarrassed, panicking and unable to look him in the eyes. There was nothing more she wanted at the moment than to have the earth open up and swallow her. Where was the proud, bordering on snobby Nejmah that was too important for anyone? 'Way to go, Nejmah Athaliah... Your stupid move is probably making you seem easy and desperate.

Abel's face lights up and a smile joins it. "S-sure, what time is good?" He seems nervous still but excitement and joy are both clear in his voice. If anything he had expected to be shoved away not asked on a date. At least, he hoped it was a date... It seemed like a date. His gaze meets her eyes and stays there as the look of excitement remains. He had ideas for where to take her, but it depends on the time. his smile wavers though as he notices the scarlet coloration of her face. If anything he worried that he is being to forward. His voice goes down to a bit of a whisper as his head tilts downward. "If...if you want this could be more of a getting to know each other then a date."

Béatrix ordered a drink from the bubby flight attendant once the plane had taken off. She pulled up the shade so she could stare out of the window at the sparkling blue ocean below. This trip was supposed to help clear her mind but she wasn’t having much luck yet. Her thoughts kept wandering back to him, to their heated exchange. Trixy’s eyes flashed bright with desire and she was thankful that she was wearing sunglasses to cover them when the stewardess returned with her drink.

The flight from JFK to Edinburgh took a whopping 7 hours, making Trixy all the more thankful that she’d splurged and got the direct flight, rather than one with connections. The landing went smoothly and Béatrix was able to retrieve her small luggage tote without any hassle. Frida wasn’t much for modern technologies so, when Trixy visited like this, it was up to her to get to her Grandsire’s little house in the hills. It also was generally a surprise visit, since Frida didn’t use phones.

Trixy paid for a cab out into Middle-of-nowhere, Scotland, tipped generously and waved to the driver politely. The femme fatale vampire looked a bit out of place in the rural scene, but Frida was right: Scotland was beautiful this time of year.

As was usual, Frida felt Trixy’s presence before she saw her. The front door of the old home burst open and out flew the most beautiful blonde Trixy had ever laid eyes upon. The sight would never cease to shock her.

“Granddaughter! What a lovely surprise!” Frida cooed and dove in for a huge hug. Béatrix practically melted into the woman. Frida invited her in for tea and a long overdue chat. Her soul mate, a very old Irish witch named Aislinn, set to boiling water for tea while Frida and Béatrix sat at the table.

Béatrix ended up pouring her heart out to the ancient woman. Ex-viking or not, Frida was the kindest soul she had ever known, and the love she shared with Aislinn was hard not to idolize. Frida put her hand on Trixy’s to comfort her. Being the empath that she was, Frida could have easily taken the feelings away, but that would do little to solve the underlying problem.

“Oh, dear girl. The world has turned you into a hardened warrior, but I promise you, you deserve this. You’ve gone so long without love that you’ve forgotten what it feels like. Any number of years in love, no matter how few, are far more precious than an eternity of loneliness. I know you see the wolf as a curse, but perhaps the fates are granting you a kindness. He is strong, nearly your age, immortal, and his heart has felt the same pain as yours.”

Trixy traced her fingers along the grains of the wooden table. It was kind of awkward to receive advice like this from her late soul mate’s sire. But Frida was family, some of the only family Trixy had known.

“Although, I don’t think it matters what I say. Your heart knows what it wants, even if that over analytical mind of yours denies it. What you should do is go see your family.”

“But, you are my family!” Trixy said defensively. Frida chuckled warmly “That may be so, but I was referring to your French family. You were telling me how you finally met the current Delacroix generation last year, now that us vampires are ‘out-of-the-coffin’ to the humans.”

The graceful red haired woman brought over the tea, and sat beside Frida. “You will find peace there, it is written in your fate.” Aislinn chimed in, using her eerie witchy voice.

“Well then, who am I to try to outrun my fate?” Trixy joked before taking a sip of her tea. “I suppose it has been too long since I visited home…”

Aria Kelly

Friday. Research day has slowly become his favorite day of the week. A day dedicated to getting hands on with the newest tech or game was always a good day in Aria’s book. That and this was the only day of the week that he didn’t have to walk into his stuffy office and get hit on by Alice. The woman meant well, but her constant want to go on a second date. The first one was a definite mistake, but perhaps he should have known better than to turn the charm on and put his hair in her favorite style from the Witcher. She was a big fan of the series. The irony of the train of thought could not be ignored as he slipped the third installment of the series into the disk tray of his PlayStation. Pulling up his notebook, he prepared to try and finish as much of the game as he could until he had to open up the bar. Two hours in, Aria found the game very charming and a great improvement on the series in terms of game play and story. Four hours in, he had become convinced that the writers of the book these games were based on was a misogynist pig overtly obsessed with his silly OC, seeing as he had slept with at least 6 different women within his time playing and they all being fine with Geralt’s lack of care. At the end of his play session, Aria felt fit to go on a Tumblr rant that would make even the most fervent of feminazi’s pause, but decided that he would simply drink while he tended the bar instead. Perhaps Alice wanted to him to pick up a few tips from the main character, but didn’t believe he had it in him. His track record with the fairer sex couldn’t fill in a pamphlet with all of the gritty details included. His thoughts wandered toward his mark on his wrist as he stepped into the shower.

This single character, written in no identifiable language, with an almost ominous feel seemed to stare back at him as the warm water ran over his person. It seemed to be his mother’s native tongue, beyond human pronunciation and layered in meaning yet to be discovered. He had found similar marking when researching his mother’s roots, but usually he would find nothing more than the symbol. On the one occasion that he found someone who could interpret his mother’s trademark ‘rune,’ this madman’s speech was a jumble of different languages forming a sentence that roughly translated to “one third whole.” This phrasing brought into question the existence of his mother having sisters or brothers, but when he tried to learn more from the madman, he cursed at Aria and told him to begone half-breed. He had killed himself that very night. Although curious, Aria figured that he would have to leave the discovery of his mother’s family in fate’s hands and wait for more promising clues for the trail had run dry. Stepping out of the shower, Aria busied his thoughts with the work coming his way. After the fifth renovation of his bar, Ye Ole Huntsman became the preferred pre-game spot for a younger clientele heading to other clubs and bars. The hours of 9-11 were his busiest hours during the weekends, which required him to talk to many ignorant people. An loathsome task, however he couldn’t ignore the income it was netting him. Taking a hit of his bong before brushing his teeth and using mouthwash, Aria got dressed for work. Stepping out of his apartment building, Aria quickly rushed to the subway and began to take the short ride downtown. Opening the bar up, he soon found his employees coming out of the woodwork of the city as he unlocked the door. Setting up behind the bar, Aria prepared for a long night of serving.

Astley pauses and looks around. Then, a large smile stretches across his face as large dragonfly style wings unfurl and he launches into the sky. With the wind hitting his face and blowing through his air he feels at home. His eyes close as he enjoys the air. However, all good things come to an end. He 'lands' by Aria's bar and stands back up. Considering that his form of landing is usually falling on his butt, it makes sense that he tries to straighten up first. He walks in curiosity getting the best of him. That and the thoughts of heavy liquor.
As he walks in he straightens up his hair more. Of course, he had forgotten that he is in his normal clothes but with his doctor coat. That is quite embarrising for him. Now he tries to act natural as he walks up to the bar.

@BlackPanther



Wings.... Luminescent wings and a sweet scent that reminded him of flowers. If Aria didn't know any better. Pixie? Fairy? Aria had a hard time telling the difference with males. Either way, the man looked haggard and in need of a drink. With a grin, Aria reached under the bar and pulled up a glass and an dark brown bottle. Setting the glass on the bar, he fished out two ice cubes and poured them into the glass with a double of the amber liquid. It was one of Aria's favorites, though he usually had it with a lime. He calmly signaled toward the first patron of the day as he pulled another glass from under the bar. He figured he wanted something strong, but smooth as to not make him regret drinking. He began to fix his own glass as he spoke. "So I've fixed you up with peach whiskey to start. It's on the house. I don't exactly meet many of your kind out and about, so I figured I'd celebrate. Too my first male fairy in the bar." He said as he finished preparing his glass and rose his glass.

He studied the man calmly as he waited for a response. By his lab coat and hospital ID pinned to him, Aria deducted that the man was either a doctor or worked in a lab. Perhaps the creature wanted to vent about his day. Depending on his response, Aria may have found his drinking partner for the night.

@Arkay
Astley blinks then chuckles. "Close but not quite" he takes the drink and does a salute with it. "Thank you" wide smile before he tosses it back. "Now I must ask...what are you? Not many can come even close when my glamour is intact" his eyes sparkle with curiosity. He is right, usually the glamour keeps him hidden...unless it is his birthday. But, it is not so the curiosity remains intact.
He leans forward and his eyes seem to take on a more feral nature as he studied the man. The smile remaining on his face becoming slightly more sinister. After all, he may be a generally good person but he is still a pixie king. And that gives him a few difficulties when it comes to acting human.

Aria snapped his finger. Fairies and Pixies always gave him trouble. He then realized that the man was wearing a glamour, his human and Pixie forms trading places every time he blinked. His Kin blood would reveal truths in all of his senses, much like synesthesia however discernible to him. Which sense it takes advantage of and when was completely random, so it hardly has any practical uses, excepting for silly parlor tricks. Sometimes it was even disorienting, when it took over his hearing while someone was lying.

He knew his patron wanted an answer, but he didn't exactly have one. The name of his mother's race wasn't exactly readily available to him and probably inexpiable without being very long winded. He settled on his usual response; one he loathed. "I'm a Royal Vampire or rather a royal vampire half-breed. A bit different from my cousins, who can't control themselves around humans. Blood has no addictive properties for me." Aria took a sip of his drink and hummed with delight. "I can see through simple magics like that on occasion. If I was drunk, I'd just be a normal human as it does require some focus." He calmly placed his glass down on the bar and leaned over. "Anywho, I'm terribly boring so why don't I ask you this?" He said with a grin. "What is a doctor Pixie doing in my bar humble bar? Shouldn't you be defending the forest or something?" He said with a chuckle. Aria already say a business opportunity in this. Could he be another client for his more satisfying work? It had been a solid 2 months since his last case and last time it was a simple ghost. Aria continued to sip on his drink whilst he waited for a response.

Astley chuckles lowly and shrugs. "Nah I ran away from that line" he gives a small smile and raises he glass as a salute. "And forests are terribly inconvenient. My line had a different solution of claiming towns...it was quite...interesting" a look passes through his eyes as he remembers all the teenagers that had been tied down and bled. He shudders and returns to normal. "Anyway I don't often find myself in bars. So I must say I wouldn't know a humble one from a non humble one" he seems to study the glass in his hands for a moment. "Curiosity...what else do you do?" More like he realized he was rambling and decided to quit while he is ahead.

@McHaggis

Jasmine sighs, it has been a long day at work for her and she has just been able to come home and relax. She pulls her folded legs towards her chest and rests her chin. Jaze looks out from her roof, up at the stars and the night around her. She senses the settling of the night air - lifting her face to the breeze. The date on her wrist is getting closer and closer - it's all she can think about, it consumes her thoughts daily. What will our soulmate be like? Is he sweet? Charming? Mysterious? Jasmine smiled at the thought of finally having someone to call her own. She then suddenly wrinkled her brow, No, I bet he's a harsh, careless, fool. What makes you think you're actually worthy of a good man? She shakes her head and chooses to ignore that thought. "No," she mutters, "I may not be perfect, and neither will he, but we will be perfect together."

After a while, Jaze decides it’s time to go back inside her house. She hoists herself over the edge of the roof, hanging off right above the bed of her truck. She slowly slides down to where it is safe to jump into the truck bed. Once inside her house, she brews herself a hot, steamy, cup of tea. She curls up in the corner of her room, smiling. As Jaze sips on her mug, filled to the brim with her favorite flavor, she thinks of the future – not just with her soulmate, but with the future in general. The sweet scent of cranberry hibiscus fills the room as she dreams.

Scorn was back outside in the world heading down the street unsure where she would go. Despite her distrust with people her age and above she couldn't stay inside all the time, especially with her overly hyperactive nature and occasional short attention span. She had to keep herself busy and going to a bar seemed like a good idea now that she was full and wouldn't be craving a live meal. She decided to go somewhere new, and hoped that the crowd wouldn't be large. She would just get her drink and find a spot where no one would bother her, if they did well, that would be their death wish.

She entered the bar, and sat herself all the way down on one end of the bar where no one else was. She couldn't help but notice her arm itching, with a slight sting to it as she had entered but she tuned it out as best she could as she waited for the bartender to stop talking with whoever and just order her drink. At least it seemed it wasn't to crowded, less people to worry about bothering her and let her enjoy her drink on her own.

((I really hope Scorn has her face paint on tonight....))


@BlackPanther
Aria's now slightly blood-shot eyes focused on the newcomer to his bar. It was interesting that two supernaturals would come on the same night. Maybe he was advertising too much because serendipity seemed too convenient a reason why they would both came on the same night. Perhaps he was being hunted for a previous job he had done, but that seemed far fetched. He always kept his jobs clean. Aria calmly scratched his mark feeling a faint itch and dismissed it as him simply being high. Aria's attention returned to the Pixie's question, prompting a small grin. "Apart from game journalism, I do a few odd jobs here and there. Generally people who hear of my other services are of a supernatural nature. My last job was to hunt down a feral werewolf who'd lost his way." Aria's grin disappeared and was replaced with a mask of a face, void of most emotion if it was not for his tone. It was melancholic. "It was grim work seeing as the old man was simply going senile. I made sure he went peacefully, as were the family's wishes." Aria took a large gulp from his glass and finished the pleasant drink. "Anywho, I have another patron waiting for a drink, doctor. I'll be back to you in a minute, but I must warn you it get rather crowded in here. Plenty of youngsters like to pre-game here before getting very drunk at other bars. I'd love to continue talking though."

@Argetlam350
With that, Aria leaned off the bar and calmly made his way to the end of the bar. Grabbing a small glass and whipping it down, measured up the relatively small woman's appearance. The skull face paint was very impressive, and he immediately wondered how long it took her to put it on. Her fierce eyes set out nicely from under the hood she wore. Her body language was a combination of something feral and hostile. With another scratch to his wrist, Aria gently sent the glass down on the bar. "How may I serve you tonight, miss?"

Despite her annoyance and hostility towards others around her at times, she had to play nice with some people and that included bartenders if she wanted her lovely drinks. At least the bartender of the bar she had wandered into seemed to be a supernatural as well going by his scent, though what she couldn't say. She had never come across something like him, he was different, which gave him more points to her, it got her curious, cautious still to be around him or him getting to close to her personal space but curious in finding out what he was. She eyed him for a second before giving her answer.

"Bloody Mary with a shot of Naga Chili Vodka if you have it, I want my insides to burn," she said, scratching her arm a bit as it felt like pins and needles were poking it. She couldn't help but notice the fact that it only got more annoying as the bartender had come closer, what was his game? Looking to score? She doubted it, by his looks plenty would want to eye for his attention, she on the other hand didn't feel the need to settle down nor wanted to, getting close only meant they could hurt you later. She had friends but kept them at a distance so when they turned on her it would mean little.

"What the hell do you clean this place with?" she finally asked aloud as she looked at her arm to see if she was developing some form of rash or something because whatever was going on was starting to drive her nuts, more then she usually was, of course when she looked down her eyes stopped on the name and her agitation and annoyance turn to shock and what she saw. She never remembered the thing on her arm, the thing everyone waited for most there life. For her it had been forgotten ages ago, better left out of sight, out of mind.

No it couldn't be, she thought to herself ,No. They'll only hurt her, not little Ada, I need to keep her safe.

Of course whoever in the bar who had the matching name that belong to her wouldn't have Scorn written on their wrist. That was her name now but her original name would still be written on them which made her go pale under the black and white paint on her face. She fought control of her emotions unless she wanted to throw a fit in the bar, perhaps it would at least drive whoever was connected to her away and then she could stop worrying about but then she might not get her drink.

Her head looked around uncertain on who it could be. She acted like prey and predator feeling backed into a corner now. Scorn had prepared for everything but this to protect her other half, the little girl that was shattered all those years ago, kept deep within to protect her from the cruelty of the world.

@Argetlam350



Aria sighed when the young woman asked for the Naga vodka. "I only have Absolute Peppar and Spud Red Chili Pepper. I'll fix it up for you. I assume you want it straight?" He said as he picked up the glass and a lime wedge. Running the lime wedge along the rim of the glass, Aria pulled a salt shaker from below the bar and began to salt the brim of the glass. Once that was finished, Aria grabbed the two vodka's and set them on the bar and grabbed the tomato juice. As he poured, he spoke calmly. "As for what, I clean this place with, I generally use lemon Lysol and bleach for more larger messes. I'm sorry you aren't reacting well to it." Aria reached under the bar and picked out Tabasco sauce and with a smile he dabbed two drops into the glass. As he continued to prepare the drink, Aria studied the young woman. "I'll make sure to wipe it down more thoroughly next time. I'm terribly sorry." She smelt nothing like the moon, which indicated that she was no werewolf. Her eyes, however, were mingled with something that could only be defined as beast-hood. He was starting to regret chugging that drink, as he was a lightweight. He could feel the flush roll up his cheeks as his extra senses faded. He was left to simple deduction to find out what this woman was.

"Might I ask how long it took you to cake on all of that face paint? I've seen women with literal masks of make-up, but I'm afraid you take the cake. I must say it's very striking." He said as he took a liberty on her drink. Taking both bottles of vodka in hand, he poured them both into the glass with practiced dexterity. After setting both bottles down in their respective places, Aria scratched his mark and leaded forward onto the bar. The thought of beasts always brought his mind back to the saddening thoughts of hunts. Looking at the custom coasters on the bar which blatantly said "Ye Ole Huntsman" disturbed his attempt at a pleasant Friday. He quickly grabbed a napkin and covered the coaster before placing the glass on both objects. "Is there anything else you need, madam?" Aria said the a bit of a dip in his mood. He attempted a half smile at least for the benefit of the woman.

"I-It's f-" Adam started to say, before his soulmate inturrupted him by saying he was going to pay the bill.
Adam was left there, sitting in a mix of shock and worry. Was it something he'd done or said?

He watched as Danilo weaved between tables and to Delilah. He took another long sip of his hot chocolate. Adam's eyes were curious as Danilo began talking to the waitress, and he could hear her asked what happened.

Oh. Maybe he actually had done something after all.... He begin to fidget and play with his hands on the table. Adam saw Delilah look over at him. He took another sip before playing with his hands once more.

Oh. He'd definitely done something.... He looked down at his hands, so he didn't see Delilah look at him again.

When Danilo came back, Adam looked up at him. "D-Dan it's fine. I-I'd love to go over to your place." He gave the dragon a small patient smile.

Adam still wonder what he'd done to make Danilo so nervous....

@Teddiplier
(Gonna speed the time a bit up. okay?)

The smile helped the dragon clam down his worries. Maybe the expression his soulmate had a bit ago was something he misunderstood? Pushing it back in his mind he took his cane and offered his hand once more. Leading Adam out the cafe.
The walk to his home was a pleasant one. He enjoyed Adam presence and even the speed the other walked somehow matched perfect to his own step. Danilo found that fascinated, and couldnt help but wonder if fate payed attention to even such small things when writing the names on one wrists.

In the dragons opinion it was still too soon that they arrived to the apartment complex, where his flat was. Never the less, he with a slight bounce in his step, lead the way up the stairs to his place. He entered first and hold the door open for his soulmate to come after him in. It was a neat place, one could see it was a bigger flat with a good view and kept neatly. It looked spacious, the living room held a computer, as well as a collection of action figures and some other trinkets from all around the world placed lovingly on display. Beside the computer a collection of theater recordings and musical disc as well as some rarer merchandise were sorted by the year of premier.

"I shall let you know Adam, now that you know where I live, you are welcome at any hour and feel free to make yuo self at home. Feel free to explore, and familiarize~ While I cook. " Dan spoke with pride as he put his cane on the side and too off his coat and gloves off. Making his way to the high tech kitchen. It was on the half way there he remembered he never got around to buy the fire resistant paint. So he added quickly.

"Could you not go into the last room on the left down that hallway?" His bedroom, the last door on the left was unlocked like all the others in his home, he didnt want to leave a bad impression.Seeing not so small scorch mark on the bedroom ceiling, who knows what kind of bad impression it may leave. On th other hand Danilo didnt yet think of a answer to the 'Why not?' question.

@Arkay

"I guess that will be fine," she said with a hint of disappointment.

As she watched the bartender make the drink she picked at her mind on what he could be. The brief moment she had got a good glimpse at his eyes, she tossed out beast. There was something more alien to them, not like the fae, pixies, or other more magical supernaturals but something out of this world was the best way to describe what she noticed. Yet she doubted he actually came off the world so she was stuck trying to figure out what he was by simply crossing out things she had a good knowledge that he couldn't of been.

Her thoughts were broken however when he came back at that annoying feeling on her arm flamed back up again. It had been find moments before when he had gone to make her request but now it was back with vengeance it felt. Before she could process and make a connection he asked her about her face paint which she was always delighted to talk about."Oh this, well anymore maybe fifteen to twenty minutes. I've perfected it after a few years of doing it," she said ",I thought going tattoo but sometimes I do like what is underneath and really I can't sit that long for such a procedure." She nearly swallowed her drink whole afterwards, though it wasn't the hottest thing she had ever had, it hit the spot like she wanted. He then had asked if she had any other requests, which made her mind go back to her arm and begin trying to string things together as the gears in her head turned. She looked at the name on her wrist before speaking again.

"Well I guess there is one thing besides another drink," Scorn finally said dropping her guard ever so slightly when she asked her next question ",Your name would be Aria would it? Aria Kelly?" She hoped he said no, begged it internally because she wasn't certain how to react if he said yes.

Astley nodded before sitting back and watching the interaction between the two. He then realizes that those two are soul mates. He smiles before his phone beeps. This causes him to see that he was needed at the hospital. He sighs and puts down a card with his name and number along with cash for the drink. He quietly gets up and leaves. As he walks he puts a flask up to his mouth and drinks the warm liquid inside. Hot blood was sometimes better tasting then cold. He looks at his watch before hurrying a bit and making it in time for a life or death surgery from a bad car accident. The guy was in bad shape and he managed to save him.

@Argetlam350



Aria chuckled as he began to fix a second glass. "It seems that my reputation precedes me. I assume you are here to request my assistance for a job. I'd love to talk particulars right now, but the bar is about to get very busy. Give it an hour and I'll be able to talk with you at length." Aria pushed a bit of his hair out of his face and set it behind one ear, unintentional giving her a good look at his mark, which was almost glowing red. He continued along, still not noticing the mark, as the cannabis and alcohol had numbed him to the feeling. As he finished preparing the drink, like clockwork, several college aged individuals busted through the front door, making japes and talking loudly as they settled themselves around the bar. They all yelled out toward Aria as they shot strange looks toward his newest customer. Humans were always so quick to judge, but at least their money was good. With a loud sigh, Aria leaned off of the bar. "Those are on me. We'll talk business soon after they're drunk." He said as he walked toward bar center and began collecting orders.

He hoped that she would stick around. He was getting rather bored of the day in and day out that was his life. Perhaps this job would be something exciting, like hunting down demons or something. It wasn't everyday an attractive and interesting woman would walk into his bar. She seemed anxious, which meant that her business was something personal and pressing. Worst case scenario someone would walk in and try to shoot up the place. Aria had an answer for that under his bar.... actually now that he thought about it, he had multiple answers for that. Aria spent the following hour, rushing around his bar to satiate the thirst of his many patrons. Thinking of what he would learn afterwards about the skull faced woman.