[H2][center][Color=fuchsia]Valentine[/color][/center][/h2]
[H1][center]Valiant Village-Pangoro's Bar[/center][/h1]

Valentine ran a coin over his knuckles repeatedly, looking at every pokemon who got near him as either a potential customer or threat. After the twenty second shifty eyed glare from some random guy, it made Valentine want to sigh. Closest thing he could get to that was running this coin over his knuckles though. Over. And over. And over again. 

Why couldn't he sigh? Well lungs aren't a very common organ on a Haunter ya know. Regardless, he was getting pretty good at this trick. You just gotta make sure that your fingers are solid to do it, that's all. His thoughts were interrupted by a low growl near him, being produced by a Krokorock with a chip on his(?) shoulder.

[Color=Khaki]"You're in my chair."[/color] A distinctly feminine voice said with venom as the now identified female tried to make herself look as big as possible. Valentine shook his head, kids these days. Always trying to be top dog, as if it mattered.

[Color=fuchsia]"You don't want to start something you can't finish. Walk away kid."[/color] Valentine shook his head at the Krokorok and went back to his coin. Suddenly he heard the wind being parted quickly and once again tried to sigh out of some habit he had formed in life. He flipped the coin into the air and moved backwards out of the Krokorok's Crunch range. He formed a ball of energy in his palm, tossing the Confuse Ray at his for with accuracy formed from years of mercenary work, anticipating a dodge on the Krokorok's part. She once again went for a Crunch, relying on type advantage, and took the initiative. One Sucker Punch later and she was lying in the wreckage of a nearby table. K.O.

Valentine floated back to his chair and caught the coin he flipped just seconds ago. [Color=fuchsia]"Could someone get her outta here? Kids these days have no respect for their elders."[/color] He grumbled, ignoring the fact that as a Haunter he wasn't much older than she was. He usually considered however many years he had lived when he was alive as part of his age. Not that he knew how many years he had lived.

Valentine glanced over at a nearby presence as they cleared their throat, it was the owner. [Color=fuchsia]"Put it on her tab."[/color] He mumbled as he grabbed his bag and began floating out of the bar. Looks like he wasn't getting a job today.