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Total WC: 576
Deleronark would smile fondly, a coy smile showing his youth as the music reverberated in his chest. As he opened the door, the music would only get louder, glancing from side to side he would see various people dancing, drinking, talking, or in various steps of making it across the bases. The white haired man strode in with all the confidence in the world, he already knew that tonight is going to be a good night. Even if he did not know yet what that would entail.
Truthfully, it had been weeks since Deleronark had had a week to himself, hell even a day to himself in which he could enjoy. Having become the Director of Intelligence for a certain clandestine organization had turned out to take away a lot of the assassins free time. Though, he had come to realize he enjoyed the work, he missed being able to go to the club whenever he desired. Hell, he really only got free tonight because he promised he would be ‘gathering information’.
To that end, the assassin had chosen his current location for frivolous activity with direct purpose. One of the larger, and well known, clubs in the capital it was quite popular with all walks of life, humans and mages alike. But, even more importantly it had quite a few seedy underground connections. Even know Deleronark could make out various members of different organizations. Many of whom he has worked both for, and against.
With a quick movement Deleronark would pull his iLac from his pocket and swipe across the added finger print scanner hidden on the right side of the device. But a moment later a simple black and green layout would appear. Deleronark would read the text quickly before marking himself open for work. With the advent of the new iLac technology from Neutral Grounds, and the various technological marvels that continued to pour onto the street the work of an assassin became easier and easier. Deleronark could now mark his availability for meetings and wait, while enjoying himself. Sure, it made it easier for law enforcement to find those in his line of work, but as far as Deleronark was concerned that just widdled down the competition, only stupid assassins made themselves easy to find. This job made a lot of enemies after all.
Finally Deleronark would make it across the floor to his destination. The bar was pretty crowded, though he somehow found himself an opening as he met eyes with the handsome bartended.
“How are you doing Andrew?” Deleronark would ask with a smile, not even giving his order as the other man started on his drink. The two men had known one another for a while, Del being a regular around here, and Andrew being one of the few bartenders who knew of their ‘other’ clients. “So, does anyone in this place have work I might be interested in?” The white haired man would ask as he passed quite a few jewels towards the bartender. The amount would be well over what the drink was worth.
“Well Del…” the man would start as he pocket the jewels. “The Curr Family could always use some work with…” he added going into length about the various opportunities abailible within the club that night. The white haired assassin would pay attention only partly, while it was true he did come in for work. He was also looking for a bit of fun.