"...we shall likely not meet again, Frost." Lex looked on at the strange man made his exit. He then turned back to Una with an expression that begged the question
'What just happened'? He then turned back toward the blown apart entrance to his office just as water rained down from the ceiling. The sprinkler system had been triggered. Either someone pulled the alarm of there was a fire. Lex moved toward the overlooking wall of windows down at the club floor. His eyes widened a bit as he took in the vision of a flaming skull staring back at him. The fire seemed to spread around the man... the... whatever
it was. It was as though the being's very presence was giving birth to it.
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Well if the party hadn't started before," Lex uttered, not moving his eyes off the creature. "
It's definitely started now." He ran a hand through his soaked hair as the water continued to fall upon him. "
Where are you in this, Red?" He demanded to know. Would she fight at his side, run and hide, or aid in his demise? As he waited for an answer, he starred daggers at the fiery entity below. As he did, he violently took off his soiled jacked and threw the wet clump of fine cloth to the corner of the room, leaving his top half adorned in a long sleeve dress shirt, a vest and his gun holsters. He rolled up the sleeves one by one to just above his elbows and then began cracking his knuckles methodically. This guy wasn't going to run away. Of that much, he was certain. This fight would actually happen. He rolled his neck in view of the Thing below before moving to his desk.
Suddenly there was a cough in the wet darkness of the room. Lex looked up to behold a young brunette whom he didn't recognize.
"Sorry, do either of you have a waterproof flashlight? I'm deaf, and it's too dark to read your lips." Lex didn't look amused. He turned to Una again.
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One of yours?" The answer really didn't matter. If the girl was hostile, she would have acted by now. He turned back to the newcomer as he grabbed the bottle of scotch that he had been serving from and put it to his lips. Who knew how this would end? Hope for the best, prepare for the worst and if the worst was here, he wasn't going to go down without one last sample of liquid ambrosia. He let the bottom of the bottle reach toward the ceiling as he cleared it of its contents. Haphazardly, he tossed the thing against one of the walls. There wasn't enough force shatter the glass. Just enough to make a loud thud before falling to the wet carpet below. He retrieved a gold, engraved zippo lighter from his pocket and lit it under the shelter of his hand before raising it to his chin. "
Are you here to issue threats, shed blood or both?"
As he awaited a response, his eyes became fixated on the entrance to his office. He stood there just waiting to see the flicker of light approaching. To hear the rattling of the chain up the steps. He'd cracked skulls before. Looks like it was time for him to do it again.