He laughed a bit. He was guessing that she hadn't heard him over the loud noise. He wasn't one to speak up. His mother would tell him to speak up but he never did. He was too shy. "It's Wesley or Wes for short," he said.. this time closer to her ear. "What's your name?"

She chuckled lightly"Nice to meet you Wes I'm Regina"her hearing was rather good so she could her his soft echoes. "You are an elf to I assume"she was really enjoying his company at the moment.

Wes smiled brightly. "Regina," he said in his thick accent. "Very lovely name Lass. And yes, you are right. I would be an elf. A rather young elf to be precise as me mum would tell ya."

Regina smiled"Wes is such a nice name"she let out another chuckle. "what brought you here?". Wondering how he even found out about this place since it wasn't to easy to find.

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Jack was utterly exhausted. Well. Not completely. The Nekojin was tired though, not quite exhausted. The assassin and thief pushed the door of the Tavern open gently, testing a few scents that hung in the air before he stepped in completely. His long tail curled around his waist and his ears twitched slightly as he entered. As usual, Jack wore as little clothing as he could possibly get away with, without being an embarrassing sight to those with delicate sensibilities. However, those with extremely delicate sensibilities he was sure would be rather flustered and embarrassed by the sight of him. Bare chest. It just wasn't proper.

From the scents he learned, vampires, demons, faeries, elves, another cat, and humans seemed to frequent this place. Or, were in it and just hadn't left yet. There were a few other scents in the air, at the moment undiscernable to his delicate senses. He shrugged it off as unimportant. His last job had carried him far from his mate, left him tired but with ample enough money for dinner and a bed. As he moved across the floor, towards the bar in hopes of food, he yawned and stretched a bit. Every piece of clothing he wore only hid flesh that was covered in scars, especially the mask that covered the lower half of his face. Really that was the real reason for his clothing. He'd much rather run about naked. Clothes were irritating.

Jacks cat like eyes swept over the others already in this place as he slid gracefully onto a barstool. Yellow green eyes searching for the bartender.

Wes' eyes lit up. "I'm not sure what brought me here. I was out for a walk and somehow this place found me. I was hungry and thirsty so I made me way in." He nodded his head as he continued to wait for a bartender. "How about you? And may I ask ... what a vampire is doing in here? Are you looking for a bite to eat.. well, quite literally?" He laughed at his own stupid joke.

Over the sounds of people that filled the Tavern surprisingly Mira heard the sound of the door opening, normally she wouldn’t care who came in it wasn’t her business after all, but bored and with nothing better to do the Fae turned on her barstool and caught sight of the rather intimidating tall male who came through the door with barely any clothes on. Used to such things, the men in her village mostly spend their time flying around naked only covered by leaves and the girls by flowers. She had never seen one like him before, eyes narrowing she assessed him studying him. He in her opinion had an aura of danger around him. Her wings fluttered a little in agitation as she watched him, a person walked before her vision blocking him out. The feeling of unease she didn’t know was there faded and she turned away folding her wings tightly against her body.

Jack had felt eyes on him, but he didn't think much of it. He did let his gaze sweep over the establishment once more to see if he could get a glimpse of whoever it might have been watching him. His ears twitched, picking up snippets of random conversations here and there, his tail remained curled around his waist. Gently he tapped the sharp fingernails of his right hand against the bartop. When a nondescript, random bartend finally made their way over to him, Jack ordered a glass of milk, a glass of water and a stew with a lot of meat and a biscuit.

Once the bartender had left to fill the order, Jack relaxed a bit and ran his other hand through his hair. This place, it didn't seem very lively. Almost dull. That was nice. After the excitement of the past few days, Jack was very ready and very much in the mood for quiet, uneventful days.

Angil and EJ traveled to the town near by. Once there EJ turned to Angil. My dear, I need to, um, take care of things so you think you will be okay for a couple of hours? Angil nodded her head. Ya I have some things I would rather do in private. EJ eyed her curious what she could possibly have to do in private but let it be. Just meet me back at the entrance. They went their separate ways. EJ went to the local pub and quickly charmed a young woman upstairs for a little fun, as well as a light snack.

Angil, on the other hand, headed to the clothing store. She looked around for a little while. What can I get for you miss? The saleswoman asked her. We just received the most adorable dresses in the other day. Shall I show you? Angil's cheeks turned a little pink. Um, actually I was looking for something a little more....mature. She said timidly. The sales woman tilted her head and looked at the girl. Ahhh Met a young man did we? Well I think I have the perfect thing. The woman showed her an elegant Asian style two piece. Angil tried it on and her face turned a deeper pink. It looked lovely but the skirt had slits that went all the way to her hips. She came out of the dressing room and the saleswoman smiled brightly. Looks perfect on you. But your hair looks a little off with it. Perhaps go a couple of doors down to the barber's. My girl Sarah will take care of you. Should I wrap this up for you? She held out Angil's original dress. Um, no thank you. You can get rid of it. The saleswoman shrugged her shoulder. Angil paid her and followed her advise and went to the barber. She let Sarah so whatever she wanted to her hair. Once done, Sarah turned Angil around to show her her new look in full. Angil smiled at her new, more mature look. Her developing curved accented in the dress.

Regina laughed back since it was the first time someone told a joke about vampires. Once she was done laughing she looked at Wes and replied"The owner doesn't allow us to feed in here we have to go outside."She had hesitated at which she said but it was true. "I honestly don't know how many mystical creatures are here."

Wes looked around the tavern as the bartender got him a drink and something to eat. He took a sip of his drink and bit into the snack. Clearing his throat he said, "I reckon there are a lot of them in here. It seems to call to us." He took another long sip from his drink and enjoyed it. "How does feeding work exactly? Do you kill those you feed off of or do they stand a chance at living just being a bit woozy after wards? And if they are drunk to you get contact drunk?" He laughed at his stupid jokes and continued to drink his alcohol.

Regina smiled and chuckled softly again then said"I don't kill my prey and normally do not feed on humans or any other creature". She had thought about if she ever drank from a person who had alcohol and realized she hadn't."I have not actually bitten someone who has had alcohol in their blood.

Wes blinked at her. "But wait, what do you eat then if you don't eat the blood of creatures?" he asked. He could tell that he was slightly affected by the alcohol he as in taking now.

Regina smiled she knew he was intoxicated even though she didn't get drunk herself. "Animals mostly"smiling at him and half expecting him to laugh at her.

He laughed lightly. "Did I hear you correctly love? Animals? Don't those count as creatures?" The elf squinted his eyes as he took another big gulp of alcohol down his throat. The bartender was mighty fast with the drinks. It made Wes all the more happier. "If that's the case then we have something in common," he said with another sip of ale, "I hunt animals and I eat them. Then I use up every last bit of them. I'm what they call a ranger I guess. I like to track them down."

She laughed back"Yes we do have that in common"she smiled and looked down. "A ranger huh?"finding all of these things about the elf very interesting has she hadn't met very many who liked her.

The elf nodded his head and finished yet another spot of ale. He asked for more and by now his head was swimming. "I have a pet but they didn't really allow him inside," Wes explained. "He helps me and I help him. It's a partnership." He hiccuped and smiled holding up the mug of ale as he chugged it down his throat. Perhaps it wasn't smart to do this with a vampire, but for some reason, he felt okay in her presence.

Dentair dropped lightly from the sky and touched down feet from the door to the tavern. He looked it up and down, the place he would be working at for the forseeable future. He smiled inwardly. In a world of people who judged his kind and looked at them with malice in their gazes, this place was his home, his refuge. He raised a clawed hand to his head and picked at the tip of one of his horns, loosely shaking out his wings and allowing them to cool. He entered and gazed around the room at the people gathered there. He chuckled lightly at the diverse array of people here. He knew he would fit in. So he walked across the room and vaulted over the bar, ready to begin his shift.

Regina smiled and could sense that he was starting to relax. "There are more dangerous rogue vampires but they don't show up to often and mostly stay outside"her black eyes gazed off and turned cold. Face being more serious at the thought of one.

Dentair gave the room a closer sweep and took in everything. A vampire talking to an elf by the bar. A shoddily dressed man sitting alone. Some workers here and there and some patrons he couldn't quite place without moving from where he was behind the bar. Of the people he saw, the man with little clothing on seemed to be the most interesting and so he walked over to him and sat down across from him, silently offering him a drink. Dentair wasn't much of a talker but being a considerably young demon, he wanted a good knowledge of the many peoples of the world before he set out on his own again. So for now he would listen, if the man was willing to share his story.

Jack's long black cat tail had uncurled from his waist sometime ago and was lazily swaying to and fro behind him. His cat ears twitched slightly, but for the most part, the nekojin had tuned out all the buzzing conversation around him. He was interested in only one thing at the moment. Food and drink. He had placed his order awhile ago..so it should have been here by now. Maybe. The place seemed a bit understaffed.

Jack raised a brow, golden green eyes studying the male that had just sat down across from him. He grinned behind the mask that covered the lower half of his face and neck. Though he didn't accept the silently offered drink. Jack was silent. Well, what was he supposed to say? Oh. A greeting would probably be polite. The nekojin just smiled behind his mask and waited for the other to speak first.

As Dentair realized, this man would neither accept the drink nor would he talk without prompting. He set the drink aside, sat back and began. So, I'm Dantair. You seem to be a man of the world, dressed as you are. May I ask you name and perhaps where your from? And yes I'm a demon, most people degrade our kind with rumor of us being murderers. Don't judge me and I won't judge you, fair?

Jack couldn't hold back the snicker that turned quickly into a chuckle when the man spoke. It was the way he said it and what he had said. The nekojin grinned, amusement dancing in those eyes of his. "I'm called Jack." Laughter danced in his soft voice and his words seemed to always be underlined with purring undertones. "I don't like clothing, so I wear as little as I possibly can without offending too many people." A slight shrug, another chuckle. "Of course you're a demon, what else would you be?" But Jack leaned in now, his voice dropping to a soft whisper. "I hate to be the bearer of bad news, lover, but a lot of demons are murderers. Don't worry, a lot of members of a lot of other races are also murderers." That head tilted to the side slightly. It had been a very amusing way to start up a conversation. This demon, Dentair, seemed a bit odd. That was alright. Jack deliberately avoided answering the question about where he was from.

There is truth in your words, Jack. A sad truth. Well, you seem alright.
Dantair smiled. Then, looking at the table, he smirked. I see you have no food. Would you like to place an order? Surely you must be hungry? He produced a notepad from the pocket of his jeans and a pen from another, then looked up at Jack, awaiting his reply.

Jack ran a hand through his hair, grinning behind his mask. Knowing his grin and amusement were reflected in his eyes. Food would be very good. In fact. That seemed a marvelous idea. "Actually..I'm starving. I would like a very hearty stew, with a thick broth, lots of potatoes, lots of meat, two biscuits, and a glass of water." He watched Dentair for a few moments. "Are planning to eat with me?" It was simple question, an innocent question. Jack didn't really seem to care about the answer. "You seem a very assuming sort, and so far good company. Though. Any company is better than no company." Jack was grinning again.