Luciel paused as Sacha slid them the glass of scotch. Though the jack wasn't a huge fan of the mind-muddling effects of alcohol, there was something wholesome to the burn. "Ah, merci" they thanked, retrieving their uniform apron from the back room and wrestling it over his antlers on his way back to the counter. 'Hello, my name is Kait' printed on a tag besides the name, hand written in a flowery half-cursive with a nauseatingly cute heart to dot the 'I'. Just as Luciel made to lift the glass, they were jolted by a voice which they had to look around for before the lagomorph hopped up on a stool. [i]'Did Kait ever meet Maxxy?'[/i] [@Kafka Komedy] they wondered before musing, "honey than vinegar~" in a jokingly reminding tone while fighting the urge to carve the girl's tongue from her skull for poking fun at them.
"Ehn yeh, I vahz goink to ask how-" he began to manage, turning his attention back to Sacha and leaning to rest their arms on the counter before the door flew open. A rat tumbled into the room, making a goddamn mess all over the floor while blubbering like an idiot for help. The notion was comical, as anyone/ones who had a gripe with them enough to shoot them in broad daylight wouldn't be opposed to adding assistance to the body count. The wounds looked fairly superficial, though messy enough to make Luciel annoyed by the endeavor as it was a needless burden on the staff to disinfect the place...
[@FallenTrinity]
[color=bc8dbf]Taralna blessed, of what the filth and whatever the rat dragged with it into our establishment. If it was later, I would have the mind to throw the rat to the wolves...and the humor wasn't lost as in walked the big bad wolf, himself.[/color]

Luciel lifted their glass along with their eyebrows as John walked in, heralded by the frantic screams from the rat. 

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It was fitting, in a strange way. The hazy backdrop of light and a disgusting city that could seem dark on the brightest of days. Smoking gun in hand and fedora leveled to only the glint of eyes hinting there was anything close to a soul beneath it. The victim still dwindling on the precipice of tragedy as their fate left them at the mercy of the shadow...who gave it. 

[i]Ugh![/i]...He was too cool for his own good. Sucks about the rat, but that's just how New Earlton worked: you bite or get bit, and that short stack was just a meal to be saved for later, kept in this fridge until ready to be finished off.
As 'squee' as the situation was, I held my resolve...well, until-[/color]

John tipped his hat and Luciel lifted his hand from the counter to offer a wiggling of their fingers in a greeting fashion. They smiled, distantly as they chirped, "Heeey Joohn~" in a tone that could put anyone who knew him at odds with the genuine hint to it. Usually aloof, the possibility of showing interest in another person at any level could be considered grounds to be concerned, as the implication usually ended one of two ways with the jack. Though neither were favorable in most instances, there was a third and special exception Luciel made for John...which was arguably even more concerning.
"I see you haf friends?" they asked in regards to Kitzner who seemed content in drinking himself away. Their tone was flat of the usual forced tendencies, keeping the feminine inflection but mostly dropping the ditzy persona of this 'Kait' character for only a moment as they noticed the rat leering at the mention of him.
This was returned with a tilt of the head and a fluttering of an ear, staring through Kitzner for a few seconds with a blankly cold expression before lifting an eyebrow in a [i]'What? See something you like?'[/i] manner. Shaking their head, Luciel took his place behind the counter, carrying their drink with them and setting it under the lip of the bar while quickly taking stock. They helplessly eavesdropped on the topic of a job, keen on offering their assistance when the time was right.
[@Midnight Howl]
When the fox came in, Luciel thought his heart had stopped before being relieved to know it was someone other than the woman he patched up. He had nothing against the woman, just preferring his businesses didn't overlap, so to speak.
"So anyways, I says to Mabel, I says..." they joke, throwing the drink together and turning their head to make eye contact with the Fox before sliding them their drink.